The world is softer now, around the edges. As a great lyricist once spoke, "comfortably numb."
Beautiful today, the brilliant azure sky revealing a sun that hasn't graced us with its presence in days... weeks?
Finally a chill in the air worth writing about. Deliciously cold, cutting through even the warmest sweater and piercing my bones, awakening a long dormant lust for the North, the ice, the winter dark, the smoldering stove fire. A child born in the snowstorm will always wake in the depths of night, when the coldest hour calls them back to their wintry Home.
I wore shorts. exposing every last inch of skin to the welcoming chill, inviting it into layers of soft skin, making every cell tingle, excite, a feverous steam rising from flesh.
The air smells of frost. The ground will harden tonight. I'm certain.
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