The Front Steps

May 19, 2011
Returning yet again. These steps, covered in tiny ice crystals from the previous fallen snow. The slippery feel of ice on concrete. A cloud of snowflakes fly onto my boot as I move my foot to the step. Powder and ice, a winter mixture. The chill on my toes as water seeps through my socks. The cold is like needles pricking the skin on my feet. As i move my left foot down a step to meet my right, I feel the desire for warmth. I leave behind the slippery steps and walk in the door to warmth. The snow settles without an occupant to step on it.

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