shoelace009 (shoelace009) wrote in creative_genius,

How the Cold Body Became an Ice Sculpture.

The wind whispers its vile words, pressing a painful tickling into my ear and the brutal stabbing of frost into my extremeties. It threatens, it promises, and it delivers. It is the harsh reality of nature ripping off the picturesque magic of a so-called "Winter Wonderland." Looking down at the poisonous mix of snow and salt on my boots, I begin to realized that I feel oddly placed in a Jack London novel; at any moment a gust of wind, the agitator of mother nature, will antagonize a tree, causing a fresh bundle of snow and death to swoop down and put out my fire.
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