Here I am again. Laying in the fluffy snow. No coat, I never needed one. The snow bites and claws my skin, fighting to embrace me in a frosty hug. I don’t fight it, I never have. I allow my cumbersome body to sink into the now melting snow, as if I were all but dead weight. The snow starts to melt away my senses. Snow doesn’t care if you had or have a life, loved ones, memories. It just consoumes regardless. My skin begins to become senseless. All thats left is the embrace of the cold snow, freezing me in place. The warm liquid of my mucuse flows out of the confines of my stuffed nose. My ears? All but the fuzzy noise of ever still snow. I force my hand from It’s icy prison one last time to clutch the wound staining the pure white snow with a deep red. The warm blood fights against the frosty ice to claim me. But as I close my eyes it’s all but too late. As I take my final breath, I let the snow capture me in it’s peaceful hug forever.