Fog in my gloves
The sky and snow are blue with cold
Until the sun rises
Tinging the soft underbellies of the popcorn clouds
With pink sugar.
The kids pile into overalls and boots
And gloves and hats and scarves
And kids and dog and I spill out
Into the gorgeous new day
To greet the thick fog rising like a veil
Above the welcoming iced over lake.
It’s cold. Very cold.
“I’ve got fog in my gloves!” my youngest shouts.
“Let’s go home.”
And enjoy the sensation and memory of that fog.
Fog in our gloves.
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