Cold

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I hate the cold

The bitter coldness, with the wind

That makes my fingertips feel

Like they're frozen ten times over


I'd much rather stay inside with a good book

Than go outside when it is below 40 degrees

The warmth of my bed invites me

To wallow in comfort and read until I fall asleep


But something about the cold

Makes me feel alive

It's refreshing, opening up my lungs

So crisp that it enchants my senses


Maybe I should stay outside more

Relish in the feeling of the cold against my skin

Rather than stay inside

And miss out on the outside world

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