Begin Again

By- Traci Taylor
November 2014

It was the smell of the bitter cold air,
so crisp and refreshing.

It was the sun beating down,
giving effort to warm the frosted window pane.

It was the colors among the horizon,
as the trees seemed to envelop the light of the day.

It was the sliver of hope that was felt,
similar to the sensation of a small child’s laughter,

It was the anticipation of knowing,
every morning holds the opportunity to begin again.

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