Frostbit air breezed past my face, tinting it a snowy pink.
The air blew up ice from the snow that cakes the ground in everlasting sparkles of light.
Crisp air like the first batch of autumn apples, sented with frost and pumpkin spice.
The wind howling past with whispers of laughter in the distance.
Leaves crunching under feet, my sweater hugging me.

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