Third Saturday in November
The temperature dropped thirty degrees
Between cups of coffee.
I dreamed my daughters were snowboarding away
Into the future. Then I was made of snow
And they had made me.
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Translations from the English 
So glad you made this, Jeff.
What a delight. Like it much more than the cold and wind today to go with it.
Thanks, Angela!