Two Memories

The cold claps at my arms and clings to my chest. It creeps down my lungs and strangles the warmth. They haven’t felt this kind of cold in ages.
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On the road a street lamp distributes light. Illuminating a kiss exchanged on the sidewalk. Two bodies held close bound by warmth. Mist from the cold, illuminated by the lamp adds an orange hue; a tint of reflection and memory.
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Black wool jacket, draping over a shrugged form. Feet gliding as fast as comfortable, bag bumping on the pacing leg. Each breath is a cloud of mist like a puff of smoke. Nose and Ears red from fighting off the elements. Taking another long breath, ignoring the cold, then letting it free. Just to watch the mist tumble and twist.