Cedar Sentinel 2013-2014 Issues February 2014: Issue 47 Issue 5 | Page 3

Winter’s Wind

By: Trevor Hawthorn

T

he sun slowly set over the brisk cold skyline, the temperature slowly dropped degree by degree
until the world was frozen over. Watching my cold breath slowly exhaled from my body, I knew I was the only
man left on this world. I didn’t know what to do. The thought that I won’t survive through this, constantly ran
through my mind, not knowing what tomorrow holds. I started to make my way to the north trying to find a
way to live, trying to stay warm. As I started to walk, I could feel the cold got stuck in my bones. I could feel
myself losing my ability to breath. I felt a sharp pain when my body hit the snow, pain that felt like a thousand
knives stabbing into my body.

I couldn’t bear the pain, but at the same time I could not move my body enough to try to walk for
tomorrow, to walk to try and survive. I could feel the wind slowly pushing the snow covering my body, which
gave me the feeling of warmth it gave me the chance to breathe. My breath slowly became harder and harder
to take in, the feeling that I always wonder how it would feel. The feeling that I know would be felt tonight. I
could feel the oxygen becoming scarce. My eyes slowly began to close feeling that this is the end; I took one
last breath with the last oxygen that I could gather, I closed my eyes thinking my life had been good. I exhaled my last breath, and whispered good bye, my eyes slowly closed until they were completely shut.

The bright light shone on my face, but I could only see white. I moved my arm to try to brush off my
face, thinking to myself “Am I dead?”. I used my arms to push myself off the ground, the snow falling off my
back. I stood up and the light blinded my sight. Once my eyes adjusted themselves to my surroundings, all I
could see was white. It looked like a cozy white blanket covering the ground as far as my eyes could see and
I just knew that this would be the blanket that I would lay my final rest in.

I continued to start walking again to try to find someone, maybe with more success compare to the
first time. I hated this feeling, it hurt my stomach, I could feel my body getting colder and colder. I just wanted the warmth; I wanted to be able to see anyone. I just didn’t want to be alone anymore. Days ago, this
was what I wanted. I thought that I would have been happier if I’m alone, away from my family, away from
my wife. But I never knew how much I had until I lost them. I continued to walk regretting all the things that I
had done, all of the things that I didn’t get to do, things I didn’t get to say. I fall to my knees the tears slowly
dripped down my face, I could feel the tears freeze before they even fa