Burning fingers reel in agony as the winds path leaves strikes of pain across my face and eyes. A plummeting wind chill steals my breath and in the distance I can see a shelter. A mere lean-to no door no heat but mostly no wind. I steady my steps and set my mind to the task at hand. I will myself to move forward and with each step I tell myself “You are almost there,” and with each step my body screams, “Stop the pain!” I am starting to feel unbalanced my feet have grown numb and feel like a lead weight. I’m not sure how many more steps it will take me to reach my goal, but my fear is it will be one to many.
The simplest of things help, in such poor conditions. I close my eyes to block the wind and immediately feel a bit better. A small rest would do me good as I fight against winter's call. I could dream of hot cocoa and a crackling fire. My legs have joined the ranks of my feet and they too are numb my time is short and I reflect back on my life and picture those I leave behind….and the wind carries a cry on it's wings.
“Megan! Megan Parker, get up out the snow drift and come on! Before we miss the school bus!” Mia, her big sister yells across the park.
"Okay, I'm coming, wait for me."... and in the distance the beast follows-
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