Brrr...well here you are in all your crispness, forcing us to wrap up in chunky coats, flapping our scarves in your wind and chilling our noses red. You pinch at my hands and feet, through socks and gloves. You curl me into a ball under thick blankets. You thrill me beneath all my layers.
In your night air I blow puffs of smoke, as the clip clop of my boots echoes down Little Collins Street.
Thank you.
Jo X
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