This winters day I win because I see beauty no matter the chill, because my eyes are open to the gold leaf upon the walkway and the evergreen leaves of the holly.
Upon the autumnal welcome mat of gold and red was the brilliant white of wintry crystals, born to play in the light.
The winters day came with the kind of chill that awakened the other senses and warmed them.
Lily held out cherry-red hands wide for a hug, her mittened hands looking so sweet and comical. The extra-thick wool and elaborate stitching made them look so much larger than usual, but that was Uncle Bill, always showing his love through knitwear.
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