tramping down the slick hill in the cold,
eager for the warmth that awaits us.
But stop, for just a moment,
and take in all that beauty.
Watch your breath as it eddies forth
in the chill air,
revel in the arch of trees,
bending under the weight of snow,
listen for the silence
that softens this blue world,
and then for the crunch of booted feet
as we set out again
on this, the final lap
of our journey
home.
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