Prompt #28
A soft snow fall rains down through the light dusk. Four inches of snow blankets the ground and the blue two-story house. Glowing candlestick lights shine like little flames in every window. Children laugh and run in their colorful snowsuits as they play in the front yard. A half made snowman stands forgotten in the middle of their midst. Snowballs soar through the air occasionally hitting their targets. A golden retriever puppy runs around the yard dodging snowballs. Adults can be seen through the dining room window sipping hot chocolate and coffee as they stare out at the children.
This is just another family gathering at my aunt’s house. The adults and teenagers talk in the dining room enjoying hot beverages while my little cousins play in the yard. Even though these family gatherings are numerous and always the same, it’s a picturesque scene that never gets old.
Sometimes a piece can live in the writer's mind so strongly that when it comes out on the page it's lost a lot of its realness, so the writer works overtime to pump it back up. I think that's what's happened here--this is very visual and gives the reader mental pictures, but still somehow seems muffled and distant.
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