I'm just remembering that one time I died in the snow

I'm just remembering that one time I died in the snow. I'm feeling it again, but feeling the painless part, the death part. The part where I came alive again, the part where it no longer hurt. Dying in the snow was far less painful than I thought it would be. It's like a good memory I have, a milestone. The feeling in my body became numb, and then cool, and then fluttery, and then cool again, like dipping into a pool on a hot day.