as you exhale through pursed
lips the tiniest burst of air, snowflakes flow upward
through time,
the reel unraveled.
pulling us backward through paths
already created, footsteps in the snow
appearing, disappearing.
leading us back inside, a tangle
of limbs creating warmth between
us, between
the sheets.
gazing out, for a moment, at the wonder
of time flowing back.
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