The Dogs Of Winter Comments

The icy wind howls fiercely and gnaws at my face like a rabid dog,
it's claws scratching my nose and the teeth ever so sharp pierce through my over coat and lashing out at me as if never been feed and wanting to feast on my cold bones. The dogs of winter call my name they want my heart of warmth to turn it inside out.

I stay the course and face their fury, they chase me, taunting me, nipping at my heals, It feels like I will never get to my journeys end, the numbness all but taking over. I cannot feel my fingers have they been chewed on? , it feels so!
...
Read full text