A Morning Like This

On a morning like this, when the cat's grey fur blends with the cold stone of the terrace wall and with the white, featureless sky.

On a morning like this, when my cold fingers peck at the keyboard and my coffee cools faster than I can drink it.

On a morning like this, when a quick shower lasts much longer than it should, because of the bone-warming comfort it brings.

On a morning like this, halfway thru the month of January, I long for spring.

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