The day was bright and warm
when the chill
caught me unawares.
I had been thinking of you,
so it felt a most
mystical
of happenings:
a sudden
freeze,
the light suddenly dim.

I looked up,
peered out across the forest green
to find
it was just a spectral fog rolling in.
And yet,
all the same
the timing felt most peculiar indeed.

So it was with you
on my mind
that I lowered
the window
to curb a most
beloved
and yet
unwelcome
chill.

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