Q) Describe a journey through the snow

Admiring the Alpines

The air was thick, prickling my skin beneath the warm loosely stitched woolen jacket. My
feet were numb within my tightly secured brown leather boots that were lined with fur. Yet
it wasn’t enough to stop the hasty voilently cold wind that bought shivers from my feet up to
my tightened chest, and caused my face to turn to a brighter tone of red.
My efforts to put a foot forward were all in vain. My muscles twitched as the soft white
snow, sparkling in the slight rays of the sun, gradually began to slide from underneath the
sole of my boots. The vehicle in front of me, whose body was covered in hardened ice, left
criss-crossed marks deep within the snow bed below. I carefully lowered myself inside, as
the warm blow from the heater wrapped around my arms like a hearty hug. My breath
made faded marks on the window, as the cold are caused condensation to form droplets.
Delicate flakes of snow slowly fell onto the lush green distant conifers, whose leafs were now
coated with a white layer.
The majestic Swiss Alpine mountains could be seen a little further, dominating the sky. Their
peaks pierced through the smoke like clouds, and the seamingly tall wood barks below were
reduced to the size of dots.
The journey was slow as if time had become stagnat, the heavenly view was just a miracle of
nature that my eyes tried to compeletly absorb. The landscape before me was beutifully
crafted, with every stroke perfectly painted.
The soft, soothing balls of snow began to fall once again making loud noises as they hit the
car body, forming slight dents on the previously smooth surface. As the bed of snow beneath
grew thicker, the small grey car tires gradually began to go deeper, until they were now no
longer visible.