Personal Narrative-Shoveling Snow In The Winter

Shoveling snow in the winter As the snow fell the cold grew. I felt my toes stiffen. As I looked at the snow fall on the warm white house I saw my sister sitting inside drinking hot chocolate. As I watched her take sip after sip I could tell my insides were getting warm as if I was drinking it with her. I continued to shovel although I was froze; the only thing that kept me somewhat warm was the idea of me drinking hot chocolate when I went inside. As I shoveled the heavy cold, wet snow as it fell harder and harder. I felt as there was no point in shoveling if it was going to snow for another hour or two.