Cold

  Fingers have turned to steel inside leather gloves.     Dark trees have dropped their leaves and stand mute.     Your friend is blowing smoke as she speaks.

What makes winter

  Unquestionably, those brown bare branches standing out on a clear blue sky. The chilly fresh air pinching when you go for a walk, even though it may be sunny. Appreciating the sunlight when it does grace a day, knowing it doesn't last much into the afternoon. Getting comfortable early with a book in bed... Continue Reading →

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