Monday morning: 25 degrees and light flurries. I bundle up to try to catch a ray of sunlight and a walk. The wind buffets my face as soon as I hit the sidewalk--the freezing air slapping my cheeks and slithering down my neck. I hunker down, scrunch my shoulders further into my coat and aim my head down. Then, for a moment, the sun glides past, playing hide-and-seek with the glowering clouds. And I discover sidewalk art--little tracks in the snow (birds?), someone's bootprint and a long-since-gone autumn leaf.
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