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Crossing miles of sky
is nothing like
miles of difference.

Between the world,
I left,
to the world
I have landed in.

Much is obvious,
to a casual observer,
like sunshine and warm days
versus snow and arctic blasts.

Barely scratches the surface.
Ironically,
it is the cold climate
of home,
I feel the warmest.