The first snow of the year had fallen the night before. I
was on the late shift; so I saw it snowing when I went to bed. I slept most of
the day, getting up again to work the graveyard. I girded for battle with the
howling winds and frigid temperatures, and do battle with them I did.
Only my eyes were exposed, and they ached from the moment
I stepped outside. I shivered despite my layers, all the way to the bus stop,
where I was greeted there by a small, warm piece of happiness. Someone built a
snowman.
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