Belated morning post

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It’s cold now, in the mornings. Watching steam rise from a mug of tea will become a favorite pastime. At least 20 minutes will be spent in the shower, letting the warm water seep into my body, equalizing my temperature for the first and only time in the day. Fragile light will dance through the windows and across every surface, so thin and so fast. It’s a season of boots and sweaters, jaunty-looking scarves looped around my neck, and hair that stands on end with the dryness of it all. Extra blankets will emerge from deep in the linen closet, turn my bed into a nest of fluff and warmth, the cats curled up next to me at night. I’ll buy new gloves, and for the third year in a row, I’ll think about buying a new coat. Despite its broken zipper and the way it hugs my hips just a little too tightly, like a frightened child, this coat has kept me warm for seven years.

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