A Cold Walk to the Car

Its cold. I'm tired and my body is slowly starting to fight off a sickness I can feel growing inside me.
In other words, I'm getting sick.
I doubt anyone is reading this but I'll run through the motions, regardless.

I will leave you, who wish to learn, something that I do when I write.
Let's say your character is leaving their house and walking to their car. You might write this;

"It was early in the morning, the sun wasn't out yet. It was cold and the street lights were still on. I ran to my car and turned the heater on."

Or you could think about what you would see/hear/feel/taste/smell as you went through the exact same actions as your character.
In the morning, the lights are still on. What color are they? Is there dew still on the grass? What about mist or fog floating above the cars? Are the cars caked in ice? Can you see your breath?
What I would put, in order to convey something to my readers, to get an emotional or nostalgic response from them I would write this;

"It was still early when I left the house.
The warmth from inside still clung to the door handle as I locked it. I turned toward my car on the other side of the street. The orange light from the street lamps reflected off of the grass, still coated with morning dew. I tucked my hands into my jacket pockets and balled them, the metal from my keys still warm in my left hand. I tucked my neck into my chest and watched the steam from my breath float into the mist that hung just above me.
With my shoulders tight, I hurried to my car. My hands shivered as I unlocked the door and got in. I turned the ignition on and waited impatiently for the heat to defrost my windshield."

That's the end of today's lesson.
For the record, I'm lonely and miss having someone (a girl) to talk to the way I used to talk to Liz.
Be safe, everyone. Stay tuned, and whatnot.


-Sir Jestro