I am alive

Sun warmed face, grass felt toes, and crisp air nose.
‘It has been while since I’ve come outside.’

Clouds I taste, Fall’s a ghost, and Winter’s the host.
The Wasatch frosts north with nature’s true colors, ‘Paint this image on my heart!’ No pixeled device will suffice.

I am well placed. Spring nears as silence relevates my ears.
‘In another orbit, where will I be? What Spring will I see?’

I AM alive

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