My Sun

Imagine- a step outside, to greet a fifty-eight degree chill. The breeze, a sky's crisp winter sigh ruffles weary hairs on my neck.

A step further- an eager sun's embrace offers overwhelming warmth, and bliss.

A memory stirs- you may be my sun,

I imagine.

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