Through shutters the white world breathes dry air into the face of a curious adult with childlike intentions.
The inner boy wishes for a sleigh and a day off
but the outer man's back already aches with the thought of a shovel lifted high.
Outside, the dandruff of lords coats all exposed surfaces with its chill, enveloping ornate lawn objects in moments while tree branches bend like ballet dancers as the swirling chaotic static is soothed by silence.
One cannot help but sit in the soft cold wetness and stare,
stare into the stillness.
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Very cool, I totally feel the part about just sitting there in awe..
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