Show Not Tell

I had walked towards the door, eager to feel the rush of biting wind, whipping my long streaming locks about my face. I'd turned the handle and pushed outwards, greeting the snowflakes with a large grin, while pulling my coat tighter about my frame. The snow cloaked the frozen earth like a light blanket of powdered sugar, blowing upwards and drifting about where the wind willed it. This gorgeous sight was disrupted by a tall black-cloaked figure striding across the perfect blanket, leaving flaws behind in her footsteps. I scowled, realizing who this interloper was. Would I never be free of annoying people when I just wanted some peace and quiet? The girl in the black coat stopped when she reached me, her perfectly tan skin at odds with the white all around us. We were exact opposites, she with her golden skin, bright green-brown eyes, short curly gold hair and a temper to match the nippiness in the breeze. I myself had ivory skin, blue-grey eyes like the center of a storm or the blue of the sky, depending on my mood. My shining hair fell to my waist, and while my sister's temper exploded like a microwaved marshmallow, mine simmered slowly like a boiling pot of water that would eventually bubble over, sizzling and soaking everything around it. Coming back to reality from my thoughts, she grabbed my sleeve, huffed irritation, and pulled me away from my beloved stables towards the house, where i could see my mother watching from the kitchen window. I knew why she had sent my sister; she wanted us to talk to each other again after refusing to say more than a sentence to one another for the last two years.

Jerked from my memories by the rush of hot air, I surfaced, noticing that I was walking into my kitchen, Sarah sitting at the table with a bowl of soup, the fire blazing behind her in the hearth. I smiled, and got another bowl out from the cupboard. she looked up and returned my smile with a small sad one. we didn't need words at this moment. Both of us knew what the other was thinking and feeling. I took my bowl of steaming soup and plonked myself down next to her at the table. I wrapped my arms around her and she hugged back, both of us seeking comfort, now that our parents were gone and we only had each other. I was just glad that mother had seen us reconcile before her death. I began telling my sister about remembering this exact day a year ago, and how far we had come since then.