As I drag garbage bags to the curb, I spot the
Sparkles reflecting on the newly fallen snow
like light fairies dancing on ice.
This vision is mine alone.
I stare up at the night sky (beige from the
city light interference)
and tiny snowflakes flutter gracefully to the ground
around me.
The night chill falls upon me, but the bitter wind
has paused for the moment to let me
enjoy this brief scene.
Outside in February - wearing only a t-shirt and yet
I am not cold.
Early today I froze while walking home from the bus stop
with all my winter gear on:
hat, scarf, mitts, and coat.
But now, in my light pajamas, I feel no cold.
The frigid temperature has departed for now
to let me stare up in wonderment at the beauty
of winter.
Everyone else is sleeping in their warm beds and
this second is mine alone.
Finally.
I understand.
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