December Morning

Mon, 09/24/2012 - 08:58 -- Griff91

I stepped outside and the December air was cool with a little bite to it. It was a beautiful sunny morning and I said to myself, “Today’s going to be a good day.” Then an ice-cold breeze slapped me in the face and made me shiver all over. “There goes my good day theory.”

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samueltfranklin

I'm sure everyone has days like this :) The verbal personification of the December breeze slapping the narrator in the face perfectly describes the cold-weather season--everything looks beautiful through a window, but, damn! It's cold outside!

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