I found this in a dusty corner of my hard drive. I think it’s from ’98. I don’t remember where I was going with it anymore.

Swirling winds drove snowdrifts across the valley, turning everything into a shifting white blur. A small man tilted into the wind, trying to push through drifts that often rose above his waist. Squinting through frozen eyelids, he stumbled and fell heavily. Shivering and shaking, he lurched to his feet only to be blown down by a sudden gust of wind. His white hands clutched at the necklace he wore as he cursed bitterly. Tears froze on his face, and faint sobs shook his body. Snow piled up around him, covering his tattered brown cloak, the only spot of color to be seen. Soon the only movement in the valley was the wind.