I sit here as the cool air gently kisses my nose, tickling my skin and forming mountains of goosebumps upon my arms.
I sit here as the cool air gently kisses my nose, tickling my skin and forming mountains of goosebumps upon my arms. cold stories
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jonathonturoldo
jonathonturoldo jonathon, 23, MI, writer, going for MFA!
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I’m describing winter as it starts to set in up here in the state of Michigan

I sit here as the cool air gently kisses my nose, tickling my skin and forming mountains of goosebumps upon my arms.

As I wait for my car to warm up, I ponder the ideas of the warmth that spring brings to me, along with the magnificent shades of reds and yellows that nature bestows upon me.

I observe the silvery white frozen crystals that fall every split second as if winter couldn’t come fast enough.

As the shimmering snow dances in front of me, my car gets to temperature and it’s time.

Time to make my journey across the bare morning horizon and assume my seat in the ocean of people who partake in my everyday conquest.

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