The tundra is still frozen to the touch.
The light shows no sign of returning.
The search parties have been gone for days.
Perishing howls and colossal visages stalk the plain.
But the snow has stopped,
and the winds have died down.
“Besides, we won’t need our hats anymore.”
Bright side folks.
Image found here: http://www.ri.net/schools/West_Warwick/manateeproject/Tundra/Land.htm
Day 3 of NaPoWriMo. Keep on rolling.