the little things

right foot, left foot
to the bank
a layer of chill air
blankets my face
the tip of my nose
pink and numb
my lips, slightly chapped
hands resting in the warm pockets of my hoodie

a formation of birds
overhead
wings flapping
fluttering
resembling turning leaves in autumn breezes

the trees sway in time with the heartbeat of the season
leaves, rustic against the clean blue sky

the scientist plays in my ears
as I inhale ice
making my body tremble only for a moment
as I travel on
right foot, left foot

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