Outside, the light is bright and frosted
I’m wrapped up like a baby, swaddled.
Walking I pass others, they too are hidden
our sense of fashion has been overridden.
Cloaked in layers upon layers
from head to toe, only my face is visible.
I’m joyous in the winter sun
then miserable, as the wind shifts and bites.
Thin winter skin,
too delicate for these cold nights.
But there’s a light, at the end of the long winter tunnel.
A place with no snow, no need to huddle.
Only twelve more days ’til my toes feel the sand,
My face feels the sun, there’s a drink in my hand.
mydaisydaze 
Good for you! When somebody sends one of those “Wish you were here” postcards, I ALWAYS do too. 😃
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I will post a virtual one 🙂
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Interesting interpretation, and ability to incorporate swaddled into a weather-themed piece. So many people did a baby-imagery type piece. Well done!
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Thank you. The fact that all I can think about is ‘when will this weather get better’ and that I love my new snow pants was helpful. lol
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So where are you going?
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We are heading to Nuevo Vallarta near Puerto Vallarta to spend a week with my father-in-law. He spends the winters there. I can’t wait, it’s so very cold here with no end in sight.
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Good for you! Enjoy.
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