The wind gusts and something skitters across the buried trail: a leaf.
My boots sink into the snow with each step, challenging my ability to walk.
An enchanting wonderland surrounds me, but I’d rather be warm.
Shivering, I wonder if I will ever feel warm.
I dream of spring, when the trees will finally leaf.
Trudging through the snow, I continue to walk.
Regardless of weather, every day I walk.
My dogs don’t even wear sweaters yet they always seem warm.
One of them chews on a leaf.
I leaf through memories of Christmas past and present as I walk, and soon I am warm.
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