Instructions: Find examples of descriptive language in the following text
The Sun Will
Come Out Tomorrow, Maybe
After years in Texas, I experienced
my first winter in the Midwest. I did not like it right away. In Texas, the heat
presses down on you like a hot iron, but you get used to it. You learn that the
heat can be tricky like a fox. It sneaks up on you even in January, then it disappears
behind a blank gray sky that dribbles rain. After three days, it’s spring
again. When summer comes in March, you toss off your jacket, slip on your
sandals, and eat smoky barbecue and drink lemonade until December.
The Midwest winter lasts and lasts.
Sometimes the sun does not come out for weeks. Blankets of snow snuggle up to
your front door and stay there like a stray cat. Every trip outside is an
expedition. You need boots, two pairs of socks, a sweater, a coat, a scarf, a
hat, and gloves. Outside, it takes forever to get anywhere on foot. You must
walk carefully on slippery sidewalks. The cars with their rugged snow tires
buzz by and spray you with dirty slush. The air smells like cold metal. You
glance at the sky and wonder how long this can last. The answer is—a long time.
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