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I didn’t like cold weather the way that I do now. It makes for bitter mornings, but wonderful afternoons. In the winter, sunshine is a rude interruption; the sunlight feels almost like a forced smile. It beckons us to cease everything we are doing, and only be happy and positive. Cold weather feels like a kind embrace, a shoulder to rest my head against.
Winter is the kind of friend who lifts you when you’re feeling down. It’s a friend who listens to you and allows you to let out your tears without judgment. The cold understands your sorrows and doesn’t invalidate your emotions. When I look outside and am greeted by a cool, crisp morning, my lips can’t help but smile. I am nourished by the chilly mornings. I am more vigilant, focused and receptive to the day’s work when I’m confronted by the stern, yet compassionate, winter.
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Cold
What a comforting feeling
To know
I’m not obliged to smile
What a comforting feeling
To know
The rays won’t forcefully
Place my lips into one
To not bask
In its screeching orange
Its nails
Scratching the chalkboard of my mind
Leaving its dusty imprints
Forcing me blind
With the stillness of time
Droplets clinging onto pines
Promising its return
On another day
Cast by grey skies
Its warm embrace
Grounding the day
To stand on its two feet
And roam its lands
Hearing the visiting cars
Enjoying the souvenir of the clouds
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