Loose mist of fog tangled like bits of wool in bare tree branches, climbing up my balcony like a lovesick intruder, breathing on my windowpanes. Morning bathroom after a hot shower. The fog now bitten to nothing by the icy quick sting and staticky swarm of buzzing snow.





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Yuki the Cat leaves a marvelous present of chipmunks in my shoes.

You scared me: I had to look at a bigger picture of the chipmunk shoes to make sure they were toys, not actual critters. Yuki is quite the little prankster.