I felt the ice in my soul when I woke this morning.
Usually I am not particularly a fan of the cold.
It comes with an aching, groaning, growling, and moaning
Sun with no warmth in it.
Snow with no fun in it.
Winds with only ice in it.
Air with no smell in it.
Trees with no life in it.
A broken-frozen-jaded type of weather.
And its been this way since birth.
But this year, this year's different.
I felt the ice in my soul when I woke this morning.
And welcomed it.
I'm ready for fires with marshmallows.
Movies with blankets.
Winter Light with cheery smiles.
Snow and boots.
Scarfs and gloves.
Rosey Cheeks and extra chap-stick.
My breath in the air.
And my friends to share it all with.
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