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I step outside

early, on a crisp december morning

only to realize how the world

outside my window has changed overnight.

The earth no longer moist or strong

blanketed in a carpet of silver,

cold to the touch,beautiful nontheless.

The air is nomore fragrant of flowers or past rains,

but turns my lungs to ice invigorating my soul.

The water, only yesterday great puddles

now is clear and slick,trapping all within an icy embrace.

Fire retreats from the cold,content with the fireplaces within.

But the pity is for them and not me

for although they are warm and comfortable in their homes

they will not see the ice-puddles,

the diamond-like icicles,

the first breath of a winter day.

They will not know the feeling that comes

from walking in the dark

in the first snow of the year

on this one early December morning

unlike all others.