The shiver sent down my spine,
As the storm started to paint.
Outside the air is sharp and cuts my face,
Still I trudge along through the chill.

White engulfs me, dancing all around.
It appears the clouds have descended to play.
I am blinded to my surroundings,
Only my mind and soul can lead the way.

The air continues to bombard the earth,
Howling louder than all the wolves.
I am almost to my destiny,
The air screeches louder and pulls tighter.

It is as if the air is sad to see me go,
For it will have no one else to dance with.
Blinded by the white and deaf by the wind,
I reach out in hope.

(To Be Continued)