the misted air
freezes on my beard.
i can feel 
the crystals stitching
small tugs 
weaving water
against my skin.
the physics of these
molecular agreements
reminds me
that small things
make themselves
known in wonderous
like the joy 
i get from
winter walks in the
with my daughter,
that gently pulls
my mouth into
a smile.

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