I stepped out into the morning, feeling the bracing air on my skin and the coolness as it moved into my lungs.
Light from the unseen sun, lifting toward dawn, scattered through the atmosphere, painting the sky bright blue.
With each exhale, the warm, moist air billowed into a little cloud as it met the cold dry air around me, then quickly dispersed.
Overhead, the sky is striped with white contrails, the exhales from jets now far out of sight.
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