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Outdoor Winter Games Coloring Pages
Welcome to our Outdoor Winter Games coloring pages section!
Bundle up and head outside for some chilly fun with scenes of making snow angels, building snow forts, rolling snowballs, and having friendly snowball fights. These pages celebrate the joy of winter play, teamwork, and laughter in the sparkling snow.
A Tale of Winter:
The first snow of the season came overnight, soft and deep, blanketing the world in silence. I remember stepping out that morning, the air sharp and silver in my lungs, the trees burdened with white. The sky was so pale it almost disappeared. My little brother stood beside me, grinning, his breath a cloud of mist. To us, it felt like the first winter ever.
We started right away, rolling snow into heavy mounds that grew into walls. The fort rose slowly, lumpy and crooked, but it was ours. We carved out a narrow tunnel, packed the sides smooth with mittened hands, and lined the edges with icicles we found hanging from the eaves. Every gust of wind made the fort shiver and creak, but inside it was quiet and secret, the kind of place that made you whisper.
When the fort stood high enough to hide us, the battle began. Snowballs flew, soft thuds echoing across the yard. My brother’s aim was terrible, and he laughed every time he missed. I ducked behind the wall, ambushed him from the side, and he shrieked with mock outrage. The snow stung our faces and melted down our collars, but we didn’t care. The world had turned into something clean and endless, a place where time couldn’t find us.
I can still see his cheeks red with cold and triumph, his eyes shining like blue ice. We swore we’d defend the fort all winter, that no one could ever tear it down. By the next day the sun had already softened the walls, and the fort slumped into itself, but that didn’t matter. In our minds it was still standing, strong as the glaciers that came before any of us.
That was the winter I learned that snow doesn’t last, but the feeling does. Every year it returns, the same bright hush, the same wild joy, the same invitation to begin again... as if the season remembers us, and wants to play one more time.