The sun felt so good. Better than good. Soft kisses- dark chocolate- warm blanket- hot coffee good.
The dark, pre-dawn morning was a slap in the face, with temperatures so cold we haven’t seen the like since last winter...
Cold driven by clear skies- sparkling stars like ice cubes in the mix.
Then the stars relented, and sent one of their own... with a radiant dawn one of their own...
With golden yellow kisses, one of their own...
And the stinging stopped.
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