I wake to a world of plummeting temperatures and snow.
Minus 25 C. It’s cold. Very cold.
My glasses are white with a thick layer of ice.
Not a bus or train in sight. Freezing.
I’m on the verge of giving up the wait.
Then, suddenly, a sound…
Beating out a message on the frozen bark of a tree.
It’s a drum roll that speaks of determination,
Of patience and hope.
Of the promise of better things to come.
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