Loose piles of distinct snowflakes accumulate in corners and on edges. Sharp-edged flakes swirl in the wind and sting bare faces. It’s freaking cold.

2 thoughts on “Prose

  1. It’s 10:40 am here in Florida right now, and it’s already at least 75. I never thought I’d say this, but I think I’d prefer the cold.

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