Eyelids half open, I stumble to the window.

To my surprise, the ground before me is









encased by a layer of crisp, pure white snow.

Nothing else is visible but a giant blanket of snow.

No trees. No grass. No flowers. Just snow.



Snow has conquered everything visible.

In my eyes, it is a revolution of snow.

Everything lost under the sound and color

of the impenetrable blanket. Everything seems isolated,

blocked off from the rest of humanity.



I suit up, ready for whatever waits before me, and

I limp through the snow, leaving my story behind.

The cold substance fills my boots, gloves

and even my jacket, sending chills down my spine.



I collapse, my energy dwindling quickly.

On my knees, I am at the mercy of Mother Nature.

Now I am simply entertainment for this beast, getting

thrown left and right. I am its prisoner.



Crawling and sifting through snow, I make it to a shelter.

Now safe, I cuddle up, and enjoy food.

I am grateful for some basic necessities of life: food,

warmth, and shelter.

Snug as a bug, I glance outside, curious

What I have survived, yet happy to be inside.

No one in this cabin, no sign of human activity

outside, no lights on, no cars on the road. Nothing to be heard.

The first word that comes to my mind is “abandoned”.



Clutching my hair I think “I’m going insane!”

I need to find other people now! After hours of trekking,

I find people. More specifically children, who are laughing and playing.

It even put a smile on my face.



I sit there enjoying the moment, now trying

to understand the children, thinking back to my childhood.

Sitting there, staring at the children with the sound of the wind whistling

In my ears.