A lilac[family] that grows in Winter (revised)

Bitter Cold

It was bitter cold. It was always bitter cold in the Arctic. But it was... unusually bitter this time. I've awoken to see micro specks of white all around me. For how long have I been here...where is "here"? My whole body has gone numb to the point where I can't feel a thing anymore. I can't feel whether what I am lying in beneath me is hurting me or if it is just the cutting sensation of the cold. The searing pain of it courses through my body. I would try to sit up if it weren't for the fact that my whole body has gone into some sort of paralysis. I can't remember where I am or even..who I am. The time I have left is infinitesimal. Everything is going blurry. Maybe, hopefully my death ends like this, quiet yet reassuring in it's own way. It's a nice way to go. I'll listen into the snow falling as my searing and aching body goes limp into what may be known as my last moments. Maybe the world as I know it will be like an oak tree. Big and strong willed yet, slowly decaying and withering on the inside. The last breath of mine crisp in the arctic air. My last words are unknown to anyone.