A season, thought to have passed, drifted slowly back down today.
Dusting the path to all the early to close coffee shops.
Dusting the path to all the early to close coffee shops.
Coffee was not to be had with the barista's rushing off to keep warm in a lover's strong embrace.
Freshly dusted with bright white,
the streets glisten and swish with the bustle of carefully placed feet.
Freshly dusted with bright white,
the streets glisten and swish with the bustle of carefully placed feet.
With socks moist with snowy residue,
the warmth of a burning fireplace and
the smell of well made food beckoned.
the warmth of a burning fireplace and
the smell of well made food beckoned.Have fun.
*winter
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