The morning is black and cold - a sharp, hard, take your
breath away cold. We draw into ourselves, huddle with our coats and scarves,
blowing into cupped hands and cover our ears.
The air is sharp in our lungs and makes our breath visible. We hold ourselves in but the cold still seeps past the layers and chills us. Even the sounds of wheels or metal or our own voices seem harder - pebbles in our mouths and landing on our ears.
As the darkness fades and we slide toward the day, this day will turn into a diamond. Cold, hard, yet bright - the sun will shine and dazzle our eyes with splintered light.
And if we are lucky, we will find some sheltered spot and feel the warmth of the pale sun on our faces, despite the cold. We will be reminded of warmer days spent in the sun - and we will feel the promise of summer's return...
The air is sharp in our lungs and makes our breath visible. We hold ourselves in but the cold still seeps past the layers and chills us. Even the sounds of wheels or metal or our own voices seem harder - pebbles in our mouths and landing on our ears.
As the darkness fades and we slide toward the day, this day will turn into a diamond. Cold, hard, yet bright - the sun will shine and dazzle our eyes with splintered light.
And if we are lucky, we will find some sheltered spot and feel the warmth of the pale sun on our faces, despite the cold. We will be reminded of warmer days spent in the sun - and we will feel the promise of summer's return...
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