Not beyond this moment

Our lives are not beyond this breath there on the chilly glass, but of that breath

and in this life the hands in our mittens are never really empty.

It is all around us, free, this wonderful life: clear jingle of tire chains, the laughter of ice that breaks under our boots. Each hour is a gift to those who take it up.

Ted Kooser, American Pulitzer Prize winning Poet, December

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