Adapted from a short excerpt written in 2012
I walk up the hill headed for home
The air is crisp and cold
My exhales freeze in tiny crystal droplets on my lips
The ground beneath me a block of icy mud chips
The frozen solid soil glistens up at me
The grass blades stiff with frost sparkling for all to see
The yellow street lights shine down onto the snow
All colors but glitter are lost in their circular glow
The cars along the road glisten as I walk by
The sounds of civilisation muted under the frosted sky
The glinting magic of the freeze charms my easily amazed eyes
I love winter you guys.
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