Sunshine on the Rocks

Still frozen at Middle March.
Minus thirteen at seven am.
Yet, sunny. Bright azure sky.
Sun shines grey off the rocks.
White in the shadows.
Even its diluted warmth,
Somehow makes me sun drunk.
It penetrates the frigid air,
And mixes a chilly cocktail.
Sunshine and Swedish vodka,
Shaken and served over ice.

Words, words, glorious words! Give me all of your words!

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