The crescent shaped bridge protects the icy cold stream flowing below. Milk white snow surrounds it to keep it company. Mouldy moss grows rapidly on the adamantine brick and ruins the texture. The dead trees gasp for help as the snow wrecks them. Asperous rocks peek out of the significant stream looking like mini volcanoes about to defeat the exotic, lush whiteness, with fierce, fiery, flaming lava.
The stream trickles loudly with delight as it flows underneath the vigorous, vast bridge. Frosted snow drips in the stream after melting exquisitely. Foxes howl to each other as if they are the king of the forest. Swoosh! The whistling wind whips through the unsatisfying trees and carries their conversation away.
A huge gust of hyperborean wind hits me as if I am rejected and unwelcome. Goosebumps appear faster than the speed of a bullet train. Frigid water rushed past and splashed on me like someone waking me up with a icy bucket of water. My feet dig into the freezing deluxe snow and reminded me of my childhood when my height was short.
I think you have entertained me by using your strong words-Viraj Mody