WARMTH

March wraps her cold arms around me freezing my core. Feelings are iced, white like the snow.

My son calls per usual on his way to work in the city. As he chats the warmth of his sweetness penetrates the fortress whose arsenal was erected to battle the low moods of winter. 

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