I woke up early for a run this morning. It was 27º when I left the apartment and 25º when I returned. The sky was overcast gray. The chill air was still; the wind absent; light, fluffy snow flakes wafted down from the sky.
As I ran over the rocky trail, the cold nipped my fingers, froze my nose and numbed my cheeks. It was beautiful. The 7.6 miles on trail felt easy and effortless. My body invigorated, my soul happy and grateful to be able to enjoy the movement of my legs beneath me.
The brown earth beside me; the rocks below; the grasses showing yellow through the thin layer of snow. The feel of the air and color of the sky was the same at 9:30am as it had been at 8:00am.
The only change I noticed was me. I was colder and more awake. I felt like I had just run though magic, where time stood still.
