The blizzard hit without warning, turning the quiet forest trail into a wall of swirling white. With temperatures dropping fast, I fought through the wind until I spotted an abandoned cabin half-buried in snow. Inside, the place was cold but offered shelter from the storm’s fury. I gathered fallen branches, sparked a small fire in the old stone hearth, and blocked drafts with torn fabric. As the storm raged through the night, the cabin creaked but held strong. Huddled by the fire, I listened to the roaring wind and felt grateful for the unexpected refuge that saved me.
