The wind whipped, resulting in flushed-red marks across my cheeks.
Freezing, cold air drained the warmth out of my body as howling winds screamed in my face.
Black-leather shoes crunched underneath my feet.
Decaying brown (once green) leaves lay scattered across the field signifying a change of seasons.
The once lush trees transformed into spindly old branches woven together by Mother Nature.
Warm air escaped my frozen lips and instantly turned to mist.
I breathed in sharp, painful gulps of air; which sent a shiver down my spine.
Abruptly, I grabbed my hood and covered my throbbing ears.
My hands were warm enough in my sleeves.
I couldn’t feel my legs. It felt like blood circulation had been cut off.
They were acting abnormaly and moving at their own pace.
Before I knew it we were at school basking in the warmth of the cafeteria.
At the end of twenty minutes, I had come up with two things; a runny nose and one amazing memory to keep.
7:45 am, where barely any cars plague the road.
When the air is fresh enough to breath and the rustling of leaves can be heard over the sound of birds.