Cold Air.

The cold air hit me like a truck. I felt tears in my eyes as I braced myself against the December breeze. It was the kind of cold that numbed you on the surface - fingers, and ears, and toes - but some how seeped into your skin and clenched your bones until it was unbearable and tremors shot up your spine. I glanced up at the moon that left me soaked in pale light, and I silently begged it for salvation from the winter's gruesome claws. Muttering small profanities, I forced my way through the snow and gulped down all my desires to just lay down and give up.