Dry Snow

You know when it’s so cold that the snow turns dry?

It just flakes off when you rub it in your gloves, and settles light as a feather on the frozen ground.

If you shake a snowy branch it comes crashing down your head, finding it’s way inside your collar.

You wringe as it melts, turning into a cold droplet that runs down your back.

At last it gets warm, and evaporates from your skin.

This is that kind of a winter day:

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