Winter

I breathe out fog and inhale ice.
Submerged in a crisp white day.
I sit on clouds, soft and suttle.
Snowflakes dance through the sky.
The wind blows my hair upwards.
Each strand joins with the falling snow,
and falls down against my shoulders,
to melt across my back.
My cheeks are ice cold and turn pink.
My whole face feels frozen and numb.
I blink, shaking melting snowflakes from my eyelashes.
Goosebumps line my skin all over.
This frozen day gives me shivers.
I love the chill, the cold.
I love the winter.

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