Awakening early
recalling incidents
of the night before:
the pubs,
the friends,
the girls...
Dressed and out
into the darkness,
the impact of frost
revealing breath.
Crow startled!
Glints of sun
causing a
slackening
of stride...
increasing sounds
with increasing light.
In the rising landscape-
a frosty stubble...
so cold... as I recall
the night before....
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