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Snowbound
The scene outside is magnificent. Snow slowly melts under a cloud-speckled sky, but despite the sun's relentlessness, everything remains blanketed. It reminds me of Schwarzwald-like depictions in a Red Robin Hood book I had as a child. I feel equally blanketed; my mind and body, alike, feel muffled. It's the feeling of wanting to remain in bed, but restless after sleeping too long. My body is begging attention and my muscles are anxious to move. Scrambling toward the safety of a schedule, my mind desperately seeks a spot of sunlight to melt this blanket away. Not that this snow isn't beautiful, but it has overstayed its welcome. It is time to start the engine of routine.
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