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All along the infinite sea, crisp glacial capillaries fill the cold-blooded heart of the horizon. Shouts of wind and rain throw punches at the frosty mountain of waves, solidified in ice and time. 360 degrees of polar popsicles.

My spherical surroundings are chilled to the eye, but not the bone. For I have awoken in a sandy excursion of rich gold shore. Waking up slowly, a ray of warmth and light grabs a leafy blanket and takes a seat next to me.

The sky cried “reveille” as the brumal sapphire atmosphere boiled into a piping hot plate of blueberry pie. The sun rotated over and shook my hand. His rich, round voice beamed amicably.

The air relaxes, and my heart warms up to a steaming cup of coffee gifted to me by the generous island. I look down at the mug. A cup of heat. A cup of gratefulness. A perfect circle, from the circumference of my heart.