A2–B10:38
I step outside and feel the cold air.
I step outside and feel the cold air.
It is the first really cold morning.
It is the first really cold morning.
My breath makes small white clouds.
My breath makes small white clouds.
The world feels still and quiet.
The world feels still and quiet.
I pull my coat closer to me.
I pull my coat closer to me.
This cold air wakes up my body.
This cold air wakes up my body.
I remember other cold mornings.
I remember other cold mornings.
The smell of wood smoke in the air.
The smell of wood smoke in the air.
The crunch of dry leaves under my feet.
The crunch of dry leaves under my feet.
Time seems to slow down in the cold.
Time seems to slow down in the cold.
I stay outside for a minute more.
I stay outside for a minute more.
This quiet moment feels important.
This quiet moment feels important.
MI
The First Cold Morning
by @mia_world