Last week, my family and I settled down and prepared for the worst. We didn't know what the winter storm would bring. No power? No heat? No water? We didn't know. When the storm ended and humans emerged from their homes, we beheld an iceland. The ground was sparkling, so slippery you would fall with every few steps.
My siblings and I expolored this new iceland, wondering what areas of the lawn were changed. We strapped up our iceskates and played hockey. We slid down hills in our bellies. The break was welcome.
Icicles hung from every tree branch - sparkling and tinkling.
Water dripped from them steadily, forming solid holes in the mounded snow.
Every plant, leaf, and branch exposed was clothed in a sparkling coat of ice.
The entire week we spent outside, coming in only when school was necessary or when we couldn't feel our fingers and toes. Sure, there were some falls and fights, but in the end, we were so glad we took the time to be together. We were so glad we explored the winter wonderland while it lasted.