I could feel the hand of Cold
the claw of Wind
clutching at me
a presence, menacing
their talons piercing
the denim, my skin.
The bite of Morning
catching me, unexpected,
stepping outside briefly
reminding me that Winter
had not yet loosed its grip.
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