My body is an ice cube. I sniff and trudge along a path that is now cloaked in white. My fingers are stiff and numb, like the rest of me. I can't feel my legs moving as I approach the tiny cabin. I push open the door. A frosty gale rushes past me as the door creaks open. My bones thaw as the warmth of my home embraces me. I sit by the blazing hearth, taking a bowl 0f curry from the kitchen stove. As the hearth melts my flesh, the curry warms my soul.