Snow Blind

close the door turn the heat up high you'll still be cold it's minus thirty-five the wind is blowing the snows up to the knee put on your coat your still going to freeze the snows is falling it hard to breathe we call it a blizzard it's getting hard to see in the morning you can see your breath grab your shovel to clean mother natures gift a clean sheet of white reflecting the midday's sun as you step inside you realize your... snow blind