Cold

THE HIMALAYAS 

It's like a bulldog is biting my fingers and won't let go. The wind sounds like an airbus A320. The Coldness is ripping apart my coat having a feast.

My boots are frozen making my feet num. My frosty gloves lay in my pockets waiting for a bit of warmth. My pants feel like leather because of the freezing thick moisture in the snow. My body has just reached a Certain point…. My head floods with hypothermia rushing into my death…..