A beautiful
fall day.
it seems i’ll take a walk
on my own—
and breathe
the fresh air.
no one is here
to tell me
where to go.
so I go,
alone.
The air tastes of
Christmas,
suddenly it’s changed
since a few
days ago.
and all I want is
snow.
that familiar blanket
of cold, but warming
for my soul.
I’ll dream,
in Seattle.
but I won’t kid myself.
When the snow does come
It will be
in Colorado.
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