Winter
We never notice the wind.
Until it snows,
and the wind blows the snow into our faces.
The ice seems thin.
But feels like a thick mental block.
Does fog happen in the winter?
I thought fog was just something that happens in dreams.
But maybe it’s an evaporation of our memories.
Our memories of spring, summer and fall.
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