Day 24 of 360 Days of Symbols. Today’s symbol? Snow.
The snow is so cold it feels like fire against the skin. It blows down and ravages town, suffocating houses beneath blankets of white. The absence of color, that color, the sunless color. The void of all else. People are huddled inside, trying to push doors out, to shovel to the surface.
And there, above it all, standing tree tall, are the giants who bring the frost. Far from northlands they come down, the melting of their world bringing anger and snow with them. They people try and call out call for help, but the cell towers are pushed over, shoved into banks of snow.
Inhale, exhale. Snow in the lungs. Everything is death.