Seasons swing within a day
In that sweet spot between equator and aurora,
Passing neutral blades of cold oxygen
That may cut the fickle skin;
Only to hand over an incredible orb of warmth
Immediately after,
With little to no warning,
To comfort and cuddle,
A reminder that an indifferent shudder
Is eventually countered by loving embrace.

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