in this moment, i
am walking in the park,
in the bitter cold of the prairie winter
swaddled in scarves and hat and gloves
and layers of sweaters and jeans
shivering
shoulders hunched against the wind
and blowing snow
beneath my boots
snow is squeaking, creaking
above my head
bare branches
birds
squirrels
in this moment
breathing in the beauty around me
i am warm
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