Creating a snow angel

One chilly Saturday morning, I decided it was the perfect day to make snow angels in my front yard. Armed with layers of thermal gear and an oversized scarf that could probably double as a blanket, I plopped down into the fresh, untouched powder with all the grace of a falling tree. As I flapped my arms and legs to craft my heavenly creation, I realized halfway through that I had inadvertently packed my scarf directly into the snow. There I was, flailing like a beached whale, trying to free my scarf while inadvertently creating more of a snowcastle than an angel.
Instead of the lovely snow angel I envisioned, I ended up with a bizarre snow sculpture that resembled a very confused octopus having an existential crisis. To make matters worse, my neighbor, who was out walking his dog, stopped, burst into laughter, and started filming. So now, instead of a serene winter moment, I’ve created the next viral sensation: *“Snowman Fails: The Struggle is Real.”* Who knew making a snow angel could lead to my newfound fame as “the girl who confused snow with a wrestling match”?