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"What day is today," I ask myself?
"Just another day," the wind answers back.
Sunny but cold
Snowing by dry.
I don't mind it either way though.
I didn't really know
that I liked this time of year so much.
That I enjoyed the cold.
I wonder if that's new?
Like this fresh blanket of snow.
I don't know why
But the feeling of being cold
Feeling the chill underneath my skin
Burrowing down deep into my bones
Makes me feel alert and reminds me I'm alive.
This discomfort reminds me
to breathe and to see my breath.
To watch it dance gently with the flakes of snow
as it settles on rails,
waiting,
for the wind to simply ask them again
for their hand, and to dance once more
their gentle friendly reminders.
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