A cold breeze crossed my face as I walked. I took in the refreshing frigid air into my lungs and stopped to stare at the splendor of the snow-covered world that surrounds me.
It’s quiet within the stark whiteness of the fresh fallen snow in the forest of my winter wonderland. It called me, beckoning me to venture out into it’s frosty wasteland.
I walk further out through the crisp snow greeted by animals playing happily and birds flying high in the blue grey sky.
I march absently for hours, treading through thick snow, but my feet and hands aren’t frozen nor is it hard to breath against the strong winter’s gust.
While I ponder this I saw a path, where the snow is thick and lush. A virgin trail not yet trampled. I stare down this path of crisp whiteness and a daunting feeling overcome me. I pondered whether to go back, and found myself stepping away from this unknown route when suddenly the wind changed.
Quickly, I turned to run back the way I had come. I ran as fast as I could, but it was too late. I stopped, already feeling my lost.
I stared at my feet and started to cry. They had already begun to melt.
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