Survival
Surviving winters wrath in the Great White North.
Biting into one's soul, turning cheeks red, making them burn as if on fire.Tears form, freezing, not letting your eyes blink.Welding nostrils shut, diminishing your ability to breath, burning throats and lungs as mouth is forced to open, when needing another breath.Snow and ice picked up from the ground swirling all around, blinding, peppering faces and all uncovered skin.Are you the devil's brother Mr. Wind? Sucking the...