Cold falls from the sky
snow flakes dancing in the wind
chilling air and ground.
Bucket of cold air
knock the groggy out of me.
Natures stimulant.
Buried by paper...
At least I don't have finals
technically speaking.
Dark at four PM.
Perfect climate for napping—
I always regret.
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