Frozen. The only thought on my mind, repeating over and over my way through the icy forest. The definition of the word, be turned into ice or another solid as a result of extreme cold, has no real meaning until you are stuck in a wintery forest miles away from civilization.
I could feel the word frozen every time a slight, sharp breeze sliced its way through my padded mountain climber suit. The slightest presence of air left my blood and body as rigid as the iron sword of a opulent, medieval knight. While the relentless gusts of wind were like an attack from a King Cobra. Coursing its venom through my veins and coagulating the blood flowing within me. Every moment of my fingers or toes sending a blitz of agonzing distress straight to the nerves …show more content…
There were no decaying leaves, fragments of tree branches poking their ends through the frozen precipitation, or solid, glazed ice. There, stood a stubborn and mighty chestnut oak tree in the center. Unlike the rest of the forest the tree seemed unaffected by the weather. Standing straight and tall with all of its branches and leaves, blossoming with as much ferocity as a lioness and intact. This indomitable piece of nature looked into the eyes of the blizzard stood tall and mighty; as unyielding as a young child.
The strength of the tree had given me courage upon sight; but I had never experienced such temperatures in my life. The cells in my being either wanted me to panic and overload my system with anxiety or conquer this foul beast called winter and fight it head on, but even my own body was too stiff to operate such frantic emotions. As I walked toward the tree with no real control over my own body I knew this was the end.
My shivering had stopped, a clear sign that my body would enter shock sooner rather than later. My feeling of sense had long ago departed me and as I collapsed onto the trunk of the stubborn oak I felt nothing. There was no peace, anger, or pain as I laid there, resting my back against the tree.
I could feel the word frozen every time a slight, sharp breeze sliced its way through my padded mountain climber suit. The slightest presence of air left my blood and body as rigid as the iron sword of a opulent, medieval knight. While the relentless gusts of wind were like an attack from a King Cobra. Coursing its venom through my veins and coagulating the blood flowing within me. Every moment of my fingers or toes sending a blitz of agonzing distress straight to the nerves …show more content…
There were no decaying leaves, fragments of tree branches poking their ends through the frozen precipitation, or solid, glazed ice. There, stood a stubborn and mighty chestnut oak tree in the center. Unlike the rest of the forest the tree seemed unaffected by the weather. Standing straight and tall with all of its branches and leaves, blossoming with as much ferocity as a lioness and intact. This indomitable piece of nature looked into the eyes of the blizzard stood tall and mighty; as unyielding as a young child.
The strength of the tree had given me courage upon sight; but I had never experienced such temperatures in my life. The cells in my being either wanted me to panic and overload my system with anxiety or conquer this foul beast called winter and fight it head on, but even my own body was too stiff to operate such frantic emotions. As I walked toward the tree with no real control over my own body I knew this was the end.
My shivering had stopped, a clear sign that my body would enter shock sooner rather than later. My feeling of sense had long ago departed me and as I collapsed onto the trunk of the stubborn oak I felt nothing. There was no peace, anger, or pain as I laid there, resting my back against the tree.