Snow way to wake up
Feeling like every other morning before. Only now with the heat closer to the floor. Beyond the door, a white shadow of the early day coats the outside from last night. Cool touch against a hot breath and the vapours chill. Cheeks rub the air listening out to the soft crunch underfoot leaving behind a trail of quiet spoken prints.
White on grey rocks and brown rails and every other colour beneath and jutting through. Snow enough to layer a side of the cake as the drag of the day warms itself to melt back the raw undercoat of the harsh ground below.
Powdery substance blankets the morning
One morning like any other not like any other.
Wednesday, 13 February 2008
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