Snowinspiration

Lost, I wandered the town for an eternity. As the breeze pushed against each step, and the coldness bit deep into the bone, I wanted nothing more than to escape the snowstorm. Yet just like the dusk never turned to dawn, the storm never ended. Moments blended into another, days turning into years and miles into lightyears. Only two thoughts persisted: Cold. Forward. Finally, I was more a machine than a man, and home, the place I had sought to find, fell out of my mind.

Then, for a minute, the snowstorm stopped. In a moment of lucity