No, not the one when you sneeze and feel insecure without a box of tissues nearby. It's the cold of frigid winter temperatures and eyeballing the outdoors with the "I guess I can if I have to" sort of resolve. Transitions are the hardest- that first blast of icy air, the pain of starting up a car and waiting to feel your body unclench from the plunge into the chilly atmosphere of a parked vehicle. Still, there is the sight of the frost inside our windowpanes glistening with the sparkle of sunshine- a reminder of the magic that can reside in the most unexpected of places.
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