Sister Winter

Snowbirds.

Winter is here.

The morning is glazed with frost, the evening air is infused with wood smoke and whiskey.

I am home.

My days are self-dictated, in which I read and dream.

My hand is healed, my heart is at rest, and the light is soft and grey.

Happy winter. Happier winter break.

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