Day 2
December 25th
I woke up this day half expecting snow, half expecting the wintery clouds that would soon beckon it. Unfortunately neither arrived. Trying to look at this occurrence as a positive one, I go outside and start to mingle. As a child, my hopes of snow were like a delicate tower of spun sugar piled high - ready to collapse at any moment. I wouldn't blame global warming, but on this particular day, I would. The sun is out and shining brightly, gently warming the top of my skull. Chilly winds rush by me like rambunctious children in a game of tag. I would not care to be anywhere else in the world.
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The Winter Illusions
PoetryA collection of writings consisting of elaborate thoughts and emotions experienced in the winter time.
