i added my breath to the wind.
the wind must've liked it
for it did not cease, nor did it anger.
it rather pressed me on,
asking me to go further.
so i went on, gladly, to see that i had a companion who would come alongside me.
so, i added my breath to the wind
for it played with my hair,
and ran down my arms,
tickling my cold fingers, painted and small.
then i finally got to where i needed to be
and as the door closed behind me
i smirked, and heard the wind whistling, wishing me well
and missing me.
---because it's still wintry outside :P
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