a flurry of snow

she trudges along the icy uphill of the mountain,

her lips a frosty shade of blue,

her cheeks drained and colorless,

her eyes barely open,

her clothes covered in a thick blanket of snow.

a mist picks up and

flurries of snow encircle her,

drifting above her like an enchanted wind,

then falling onto the ground

becoming just a part of the

powdery, white landscape.

even hope has given up on her.

the top of the mountain seems

so far away,

and one misstep—

—one misfortune—

could end her life.