Marvel

After the morning ritual,

and a good run of chores,

I stepped out to outside

to marvel at the nature.

I grabbed the tentacle like icicles,

scooped up a slice of cut wood,

and looked at the horizon over the top of the hill.

All was silent, and satisfactory.

I took one step at a time

careful of the slippery ice

and arrived safely to the warm room of my home.

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