A number of sensations are used to describe how winter time in Wisconsin can be thought of as a bitter season. Just walking from outside to the car in the winter, causes me great annoyance. Above my head, snowflakes dance down from the sky and prick my face like hundred of pins and needles, casting an icy, cold, stinging agitation all over my skin. The freezing cold breeze whistles in my ears. The air swirls around me in all directions and nips at my body, leaving a venom that causes my nose, ears, and hands to go numb. This frigid air makes my skin grow under my clothes, sending goose bumps all over my body. It is so cold that warm tears slowly stream down my rosy cheeks. No matter where I look, I must squint my eyes, for I am being blinded by the brilliantly fluorescent snow that reaches across the ground like a thick blanket. Exhaling, I see my warm breath gather into a warm cloud in front of me. Inhaling, I taste and smell nothing but the cold air that is causing my mouth to go dry, and my nose to run. I must walk slowly and carefully to remain balanced. I pray that the slippery and crunchy ice do not work together with gravity to overtake me and send me crashing to the cold, hard ground. It almost seems like a lifetime has passed by the time I arrive safely at my ice-covered car.
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