Clarity

Standing still in the snow I look across the field.
The cold air presses against my face, a living thing.
As my shadow slowly moves a turkey appears
pecking at the snow covered dirt, mindlessly moving
to disappear behind a hill. A dog barks and is silent.

My breath, coming through my scarf fogs my glasses,
obscuring my vision. I take one step and the snow
crunches under my boot, loud in the still air.
Looking over my glasses the world is blurred
and softer than reality, but still cold.

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