The cold seeped through my single paned window making it's way to my face, eyes closed angel
It awakens me with a tickle and a nudge
"hey, take a looksie out here...it IS beginning!"
As I sweep away my slumber and the curtains with one awkward push, a Christmas card appears before my eyes...my own beautiful scenic view, borrowed for this moment to whisper through all of my hesitation.
Mounds of white tug on every branch, each needle wieghed down so far and to the point of almost breaking; inch upon foot of winter's dust splashed about like a perfect polaroid...God's candid shot
Silence, perfected...where did the birds go? They, too, are in awe...song tied by this lovely swaggering which winter displays! Your boasting serves as a reminder
This is why I choose to stay...this bleak, happy, cold, perfection
Winterland, warm my adamantine heart!
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