"Snow Cave" Part I
ONCE I GOT INSIDE, that was it. No second guesses. The one time dark felt better than light.
The storm came in faster than expected. Being up on the side of that mountain left me exposed to the fickleness Mother Nature shows at times. While I was prepared for a lot, being buried under two feet of suffocating snow wasn't something to live through and tell your children. Even if you wanted the morbid experience of it.
Trudging on through the thick powder felt little better than mud. And bitter cold instead of soggy wet. No marsh would have a wind that sucked your life out as it screamed by. But at least it didn't stink of rot. You only smelled and tasted sour wool across your face, covered outside in ice by moist breath from within.
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