I awoke to a world peeking through freezing fog, houses and trees in abstract
The garden I tended covered in a freshly tumbled blanket hiding colour and life underneath.
Water once running now trapped mid trickle as if arrested by time for us to see
Trees supposedly dormant now garnished with icy seeds of winter, ready to drop with a drip
The avenues of concrete dusted with natures jewels glistening in the light like stars fallen from the sky.
Despite all this beauty and this life cast in white the biggest worry we'll be thinking about is: When will I be able to wear shorts?
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