Help me think of a better title! These are just some thoughts I had on a 57 degree day in February.
The wind doesn't slice my face, but it does bluster my hair,
I sweat in my coat, regailing my past self for assuming the worst of the weather,
The ground yields, welcoming my steps once again,
I plan a walk, just to walk,
The sky shows its beauty, blue without cold.
I inhale deeply, soft air filling me.
(Prompt by me)
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