before the winter came, there was a small snowfall
that met the autumn wind, of a billion snowflakes,
dancing until they saw the sun.
and from where i was standing on that chilly day,
i could see bits of the blue sky through the thick grey clouds,
heat trying to come through to my skin, under my clothes,
i breathed in and out deep,
but it was anything but calming.
and the next day the sky was opened up by a pair of old hands,
and on the road, it seemed like nothing had happened the night before,
cars honking,
people running away.
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