The last of the autumn leaves fall off the snow covered branches of silver birch trees, as the harsh, unforgiving wind races against my frozen cheeks.
My hands like blocks of ice, cracking underneath my armpits as I desperately attempt to keep warm. I can’t feel my toes as I march through the snow and battle against the blistering wind.
As my lips begin to crack and bleed, I see a warm light amongst the towering trees. A charming little cottage in the middle of nowhere, it’s light draws me in closer and to my delight I see smoke coming out the chimney.
Can I make it? My lungs are gasping for air, feeling breathless, my vision begins to blur as I try to scream out, all that manages to escape is a faint whisper “help”
I collapse to the cold, soft ground and begin to sink into the punishing snow. I slowly begin to close my eyes, for a moment everything is so quiet and peaceful, a tear slowly flows down my cheek and I blissfully close my eyes.