A20:42
The cold air touched my face this morning.
The cold air touched my face this morning.
I walked to work with my hands in my pockets.
I walked to work with my hands in my pockets.
The streets were quiet, but my head was full.
The streets were quiet, but my head was full.
I thought about my desk, my tasks, my plans.
I thought about my desk, my tasks, my plans.
The year is turning, and so is my work.
The year is turning, and so is my work.
I smelled the coffee from the shop on the corner.
I smelled the coffee from the shop on the corner.
That warm smell felt like a small promise.
That warm smell felt like a small promise.
I stopped for a moment and looked at the frost.
I stopped for a moment and looked at the frost.
It sparkled on the leaves like tiny glass.
It sparkled on the leaves like tiny glass.
I remembered that change can be slow.
I remembered that change can be slow.
Just like the cold, it comes step by step.
Just like the cold, it comes step by step.
So I took a deep breath and continued my walk.
So I took a deep breath and continued my walk.
The First Cold Morning
by @hannah67