One does not simply wander into the snow-filled forest without wonder in their hearts and smiles in their eyes. One does not simply gaze upon the glimmering flakes without sparkles dancing through their mind. The snow reflects the sky, blue as a daydream. My sweater hugs the warmth close. I am grateful this day for the minerals falling from the sky, the crystals that hold wishes while the earth slumbers through the winter. Soon enough they will melt, and we will move freely, unencumbered by several seasons of sweater hugs. But for now, let’s dance with the grace of layers.
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September 2019
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