winter ride

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frosted nettle

I glance at silvered leaves, blades of grass transformed from placid domesticity to jeweled art forms. Beauty lingers before my eyes as I pause on my bike ride home, taking off gloves to blow feeling back into numbed fingers.
Winter has come in its beauty and pain.

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