"Three Days after the Snow Ceased" (Entry 353)

That was six months ago. 

Half year. Continual snow. 

Never ending. 

Never thawing. 

Constant temperature,

We began to live with. 

Endless winter on

This globe of snow. 

Then the snow ceased. 

Falling no more. 

Mercury dropped

Sudden. Harsh. 

Lower and lower,

Beyond measure. 

The world froze. 

Deep cold stasis. 

First the pipes, then electricity. 

Static life. 

Static on the wind-up radio. 

Food frozen in cans, water in bottles, fruit in bowls. 

Walls and floors became glossed sheets. 

Iced surfaces, 

A skaters delight. 

No way of melting. 

Fires went out,

Wood shattered into icy shards. 

Even gas hardened. 

No flame to take. 

Nothing to burn. 

Nothing will burn, even bodies.

The dying began long before. 

Until there is only a fistful left. 

Extremities numb.

Finger snapping. 

Cold seeps into the skin. 

Crystals forming in my vision. 

It began three days ago. 

It's difficult to hold this pen. 

I don't know how much more I -