Warming the Mind

Time passed but the storm did not.  The unruly blizzard grew increasingly worse as we fought our way through the knee-high snow.  Our bodies froze to the storm’s will.  It howled and screamed as it scratched at our exposed faces—reopening blistering wounds that had veined across our cheeks.  Dribbles of hot blood strained through the icy cracks but were quickly frozen before feeling a moment of its warm relief.  Crystals of ice fused to our eyelashes, making them heavy and further obstructing our vision.  All that could be seen was a whirlwind of white.  All that could be heard was the shrill cry of winter.  All I could feel was the arctic blanket snuffing out every stir of warmth.  The only sign I wasn’t alone was the slight tug of a rope that was looped around my waist with the other end leading me forward on a path that wasn’t there.

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