The first thing I did when I woke up the next day was to open the cave door and check the outside situation. I hoped, with all my heart, that the blizzard had stopped, and it was now clear.
To my dismay, the howling cold wind and endless snowflakes persisted outside the cave.
The snow seemed even heavier, obscuring everything in a blurry white haze—no sky, no ground, no trees—just the turbulent wind and merciless snow.
What's more troublesome was the snow piled up at the entrance of our cave, almost blocking half of the door!
It raised a red flag in my mind. If I slept a little longer, our cave entrance might be completely buried.
If that happened, it would be a serious problem. Despite the current softness of the snow, it would soon turn into a hard layer of ice. Breaking through t
