The cold greets me like an old friend
“Hey! How’ve you been?”
He calls out with a howl
As he teases me with a good-natured slap
To the face
At first, I’m shocked
I forget sometimes how rough and tumble he can be
But before long
We’re joking and reminiscing about old times
Good times
Like hiking to see a high mountain sunrise
Going to late-season football games
Or shoveling two feet of snow out of the driveway
That tear that you see
In the corner of my eye
Is from me laughing
About all of the crazy adventures
That my chilly friend and I
Have shared
Over the years
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