Frost and biting winds

I love the cold.

The biting winds

And swirling clouds

And storms that shower rain and spit hail.

The cold brings relief

From heat

And passion

And pain.

It soothes

And calms.

It brings clarity.

Refreshing my mind

Shocking me to my senses.

It’s sharp and harsh

And beautiful.

Cold air flows and dances

Curling around me

A serpent unseen.

It wends its way over my body

Begging me to sleep

To take a break

And rest.

The cold pulls me back to bed

And promises

Silence.

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