A mountain scene

Howling in the air, the wind stung my face as its bitter white flakes whir around. I squinted at the tall, snowy trees, whose branches stuck out in a gnarled position. My vision was at minimum, so it was hard to see. A few steps forwards would lead to a gargantuan mountain towering over us; I could taste the icy air freeze my mouth and could smell cold air up my nose. It was a long way to climb when your body was constantly stung by wind. It was like an ice castle! Most surprisingly, it is a staggering two thousand feet tall!