Snow

The snow billowed down on the already frozen ground. Isaac tramped after his father on the way into school. His dad was a teacher, and for some reason teachers couldn't park anywhere near the school, so here was Isaac soaking his backpack and gym bag in a mountain of falling snow. He sprinted across the snow-covered road, rushing up the icy sidewalk, and into the warm school building. The sudden warmth of the Heater in the small lobby hit Isaac in the face. It felt great as his cheeks returned to their normal color as the morning bell rang.