My eyes are greeted by a scene of resplendent white stretching on endlessly. Barren trees dot the view, their branches covered with snow flakes scattered down from the heavens. Earth and sky met in a tight embrace, entwining their substance in a seamless whole. All is still, as though holding its breath fearful that the sacred and delicate moment might disintegrate and fall apart. This is a place where time stood still--there is no hurry or being rushed.
Profound stillness hangs in the air. Silence. Emptiness.
Not a soul was in sight. It was as though civilization never existed. I am in a place so frightfully lonely. The peace was an illusion. No one would have thought this state of serendipity followed a fierce blizzard stretching across many days. It was living hell--only that fire was replaced by ice. Night was indistinguishable from day as hailstones which struck me without respite drew blood from fresh wounds which appeared faster than my body could heal. I tried curling into a fetal position but the merciless attacks went on without respite. I felt the stinging pain as each stone chipped away at my bloodied back.
Oh how I longed for death to overtake me. The heavens have retreated behind thick brass doors which did not permit my cries of desolation. I was helpless, left entirely at the mercy of the these impersonal agents of pain and suffering.