Where do I start with this newness? It is so fresh. I can feel the coolness of a new day on my face. Is there hesitance as I take a step? The snow crunches beneath my feet. I feel so young; this year has yet to be lived.
So much promise.
So much life.
Last year closed with a gift, the gift of a new year. For the last few days the air cracked with age. A new year brought warm days, but still the snow sparkles with promise, the promise of the new.
The beautiful newness calls my name.
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