Tuesday
The alarm clock rings and I wake to the sound of music.
The temperature is four below.
I look outside only to see
The ground covered in thick white snow.
And so another day begins like any other day.
It's only Tuesday.
Copyright © Julia A Keirns | Year Posted 2020
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