Late Winter Chill

On the way home from dinner last night, I was reminded it was still winter in Chicago.  I pulled hood of my jacket over my head and shoved my hands deeper into my pockets to endure the February chill.  As my saunter turned to a brisk pace, creativity swirled about like the icy wind.

Outside I must go

Icy wind assaults and chills

Warm embrace awaits

 

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