Walking In Snow

The still frozen air sits icicles upon your brow and spins your hot breath into clouds of billowing steam. Each step upon the virgin white wasteland brings you a moment further from a frosty grave and a foot closer to the warm hearth waiting for you at home. Your toes and fingers tips are numb, your eyeballs dry and lonesome for the colors summer. But you press on, knowing that you owe your very life to the many brave travelers who have crossed the fields of ice before you. This sound uses the following sound file from Freesound (http://www.freesound.org): walkinginsnow.aif by Spandau