Crisp Winter, final season of the year, Comes suddenly when awesome Autumn's past The frost makes Winter mornings bright and clear, But fosters Winter's biting icey blasts. But Winter's winsomeness is also there, The snow which hides the scars of furrowed ground, The frost that sparkles on the hedgerows bare, The snow that muffles harsh intrusive sound. Ah! Winter, time of joy and peace and cheer, Of carols chant and chimes of Natale Bells,
"Sarah!" Mother called. "Please get away from the window. Close the curtains and come on out here in the cucina with me."
Sarah had her small, chubby nose up to the window in the living-room. She had her eyes peeled to the window for the past hour. It was snowing wildly and it was very windy. She was waiting for her dad to come home from work. He was already an ora late.
"Come on, Sarah," coaxed her mother. "Daddy will be home soon."
"But, where is he?" five anno old Sarah pouted. "He should have been here da now."
Auroras, also known as northern and southern (polar) lights o aurorae (singular: aurora), are natural light displays in the sky, particularly in the polar regions, and usually observed at night. They typically occur in the ionosphere. They are also referred to as polar auroras. This is a misnomer however, because they are commonly visible between 65 to 72 degrees north and south latitudes, which place them a ring just within the Arctic and Antarctic circles. Aurorae do occur deeper inside the polar regions, but these are infrequent and often invisible to the naked eye.
It’s almost four degrees below zero and I step outside. Snowflakes twinkle lazily in the air as they head for the ground. Everything is covered in a blanket of snow. The world is undisturbed as not even a bird chirps. I take a step into the crunchy snow. Freezing air wraps around me and I shiver.