White, frosty droplets continue to
fall on my face. Covered in warmth
I keep going. Every turn creates
a tornado, a hurricane of clouds.
Or at least it looks that way. It felt as
cold as Alaskan winds blowing at your
face while inside the Arctic Ocean. It was
really cold. And the flurries were coming
faster. So, I kept on until finding that small
cabin. That warm, wood-filled cabin.
After stripping off layer after layer, I plop
into the nearest chair and finally relax. And
once that toasty mug filled with
chocolaty-goodness
and white cream was in my stomach, the room
was
warmer and the crackle of the fire sounded
much
more soothing.