The date was January 14th, and the weather was extremely cold. That morning, Sam got up at four, far earlier than usual, and went out for a stroll to pass the time and process her thoughts. As she stepped out of the house, she began to shiver with cold. An extremely cold wind was blowing. It was piercing. Sam's hands and feet were benumbed with cold. Her nose began to run, and her ears were as cold as ice. She was chilled to the marrow. Her legs became stiff and cold. Not a bird chirped. The birds lay huddled together in their nests.
Sam ran for about a mile to make herself warm, but all to no purpose. My feet were almost frozen. It was foggy and misty. Nothing was visible. The grass was covered with frost. Frost had killed all the flowers and vegetation. The trees stood naked. The temperature touched the freezing point.
