The cold is here. The temperature drops and freezes your fingers. The snow falls and the pristine whiteness of it sends you down. Those endless flakes send you down into a place of cold comfort. The numbness allows you to feel the warmth of your core. Your body slowly beating on despite your lids having closed a long time ago. It is in this place you hear my voice over the winter wind. Like a force of nature my power cannot be stopped. No earmuffs will silence me. No gloves will make you immune to my touch on your mind. This cold winter creeps into your flesh as I creep into your psyche. There is no escape from the winter storm. There is no escape from me.