The sky is bright blue and the sun is white, as if it were a summer day, but it's cold. Everything is covered in snow. There are huge drifts of it that cover houses. I'm near a street sign; only the top of it sticks out of the snow. It says "Peachtree".
There are no signs of life. The only sound is the wind as it blows through the leaf-less tree tops; they make a sound like rattling bones. Nothing is moving but the wind-blown snow.
The air is thin and bitterly cold. It's difficult to breathe. I turn my back to the wind and sit down next to the sign. I close my eyes and think the last thoughts on Earth.