The Chill of the Mountain Air

When death came upon me I only felt one thing.

I felt the chill of the mountain air breezing past my skin.

I could see through my drooping eyelids, the snow capped mountains.

The last thing I heard was the far away howl of a wolf.

As I lay in the snow all I felt was the chill of the mountain air.

As I took my last breath, I felt the frosty air fill my lungs.

Suddenly, all senses were gone, except for the chill of the mountain air against my skin.

And then I was gone.