Still more snow!

Maybe a trivial thing, in so many other places.

But I don't care if my bare foot
gets frozen.
Every step 
is worth the satisfaction of that footprint.

The snow is thick and wavy on the ground
and I would turn it upside down
and watch it snow again.

Piled up so high, I wonder
what would it feel like
to lie down in?

And I have lots of other clothes.

The End

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