cold slices the
dull morning. my head down,
feet breaking up the
snow crust. I’m a
mindless fog itself
pied pipering behind
sweetie’s tinkling collar
until
suddenly
my pupils contract:
My head snaps up.
The horizon has
Exhaled.
Hard.
Pushing the day’s
Amber light
Up’n at ’em.
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I’m writing small stones as part of the January Mindful Writing Challenge. Feel free to join us.
What a way to greet the new day!
Yes… It was sublime. And I don’t use that word very often.