SNOW BOOTS

As I walk on a bright, yet unexpectedly rainy day, I remember snow.
The way stamping through it tires the eyes
and the white brightness makes the head think about seas and wide open deserts.
How at first I was happy to see snowflakes but later, they became a habit.
And as I trampled the snow
I couldn't stop imagining
that feet become boots
as they turn blue from cold.

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