Homeless

It was a cold winter morning. The breeze pushed the newspapers off of my legs. A snowflake landed on my nose, it looked like it was dancing. I rubbed my eyes to wake up on the park bench. I look towards the city, so quiet, so peaceful. I picked up my backpack from the ground and tossed it on my shoulders. I sighed and whispered to myself "Better keep moving" as I started making my way to the city.

I have been in the cold with only a sweater,  worn out coat and ripped jeans. When I finally got to the city a blizzard hit the city. All I could see was white. I felt snow falling into my jean rips, I was so cold. My body couldn't take it, I fell on the side walk knock out.