(I see) Frozen trees scattered around the lake as the storm starts brewing.
(I smell) Dead fish in the freezing water as the lake starts churning.
(I hear) Wolves howling to each other as they group to attack.
(I feel) The snow splattering against my chest.
(I taste) A cold snow flake that landed in my mouth gives a chill down my spine.
(I think) The Arctic Isn't the place for me.