turning ii

it's early yet
as my shoes crunch through crackling leaves
the morning air crisply fills my lungs
with its whiffs of freshly-baked goods
while the sun plays hide-and-seek
peeking out from behind a confusion of cloud
the sun shining gently
and everything sparkling in response

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