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Why I love winter?


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finger shaped crystals sparkling

Not a sound.

flakes falling gently

leaving a powder coating on everything in sight.

The scene is fresh

the sky is blue.

the sharp branches sprinkled with pure white dust

too cold to melt

too warm to freeze

this is where I long to be


Crackling flames

cloud of musky smoke fills the air

as the coal thunders onto the flames

it awakens them

they twirl up the chimney

in our nightcoats we sit huddled

warm mugs between our hands

embracing the silence

drawn into the moment

the simplicity contrasts

with the rush that is our lives

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