I love being a runner who loves to run the morning of the first snow.
Sage and I bundled up after toast and tea this morning, ready to leave fresh tracks around the Avenues. I love making fresh tracks and so does Sage. Although we chose to bypass the dog park for epic tracking out, we left our mark almost everywhere we went.
At one point, not far from home, Sage looked up at me with fresh snowfall plastered on her eyebrows and face. I said "You're all snowy" and she waved her tail furiously and hopped back into her run. She loves morning snow adventures, too.
I feel invincible running through a fresh snowfall. The world is sliding to work in their cold cars, cranky people are complaining about being cold, and Sage and I are catching snowflakes in our eyelashes. It's a beautiful thing.
Did I mention that I love running?