cold enough to freeze . winter creates a surface . not safe to walk on
a fresh fallen snow . will gather on surfaces . we’ve never noticed
simply walking . requires stepping carefully . in a winter fog
on the darkest night . winter begins its journey . and comes out to play
there are some mornings . it would be nice if the world . had a pause button
before the sunrise . the trees whisper quietly . in their silhouette
last summer’s flowers . hold onto fresh fallen snow . but only for now
nothing says comfort quite like cold, hard surfaces on a winter day
a snow-filled chaos . focuses thoughts and actions . mindful of each step
the path is the guide . the figure in the distance . is just walking it
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