a moment
sounds muffled
patio chairs sit askew
chilly white cushions host a ghostly party
night
gray
white
gray
white
shadows soft
crunching sound of a salty road
puppy moves, a black silhouette
footprints crisp
sky dark velvet
solitary
but not
alone
a moment quiet to breathe
nose grows cold
fingers tingle
wiggling damp fur in my arms
I head slowly back to the warm
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