I stood still letting the sound of my boot crunches echo off to where they came from. It was Sunday morning and other than the tingle in my ungloved hands there was nothing stirring. My ears were simultaneously warming and cooling under my wool cap. Frost bite, I thought. I closed my eyes and rocked back and forth gently then with a decided rhythm. Was this that thing that happens when you close your eyes too long, you know that thing that makes your body move when your mind is standing still? This was self-imposed vertigo. I embraced it and shook and shook and shook until the entire world exploded into a confetti of winter.
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