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This morning, the air felt different.
This morning, the air felt different.
I stepped outside, and the cold touched my skin.
I stepped outside, and the cold touched my skin.
It was the first real cold of the year.
It was the first real cold of the year.
My breath made small clouds in front of me.
My breath made small clouds in front of me.
I remembered last year's first cold morning.
I remembered last year's first cold morning.
I was in a different place then.
I was in a different place then.
That morning felt like a new start.
That morning felt like a new start.
This year, I feel the same hope again.
This year, I feel the same hope again.
The cold wakes me up.
The cold wakes me up.
It tells me that things change.
It tells me that things change.
And change can be good.
And change can be good.
The First Cold Morning
by @mason_18