Blustery day
Snow squalls all around
Mountains of repurposed snow
What once blanketed the ground
Now piled for climbing and sliding
A game made from a hinderance
A tower made from precipitation
It will be cold, the wind will redden your cheeks
The icy air will prickle through your system
First your nose will freeze
When the oxygen hits your lungs you'll think you are drowning
A frozen ball of air that shatters in your warm lungs
Expelling relief for the air drained nooks and crannies of your oxygen converters
