I look out the window and the snow is now meeting the ground for the first time <br />seeing people walk across the white ground noticing their gestures as the snow kisses their face <br /> <br />cars stopped to gather fuel for their hungry engines, while others slowed down to avoid the risky dangers this weather brings <br /> <br />From inside the classroom the city looks so peacefu; so calm <br />once I step outside the city is no longer calm; it carries another form of security trapped inside a four tire object, going on to their destinations <br /> <br />The snow is gradually falling faster and all I am able to do is view it from inside the classroom window<br /><br />Mariela Contreras<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/viewing-through-a-window/