In my Evanston, i see little flakes of snow falling to the ground from the gray sky above, swirling until it reaches the ground.
I see people trudging through the snow with thick layers of pants and shirts moving slowly to get to their destination. I see glowing lights hanging from peoples houses and trees. I see my friends walking to school each morning I see buildings towering above me disappearing in the cloudy sky. I see smoke coming out of chimneys from the warmth of the fire inside keeping everyone warm. I see my friends inside their houses drinking hot chocolate and decorating their tree. I see squirrels hunting for food to stock up for winter. I see all my hockey friends I see the chute middle school sign. In My Evanston I see home. |
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