And the howling wind that blows your hat away
___is the feel of snow held in bare hands,
Or the feeling one wants after a burning tan
___is the tip of your nose during a fever,
And the cool ice pack for your head from the freezer
___is your bones shivering out of place,
Or the wind rushing by you during a chase
___is when all of a pond turns to ice,
And why the ducks fly away, without thinking twice
___is the chill ice cubes trying to cool your water,
Or the warmth of an animal that is gone after slaughter
___is to drink a slushie on a summer day with ease,
And receiving in turn a stinging brain freeze
___is the frost on your window chilled into place,
Or the look given to an enemy that's frozen on your face
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