top of franklin hill and back again
2 degrees/ feels like -5
Now this is winter running! Colder “real” temp than yesterday but felt much warmer. Sunny, hardly any wind. Greeted Dave the Daily Walker. He called out, “what a great day!” (was that it? now I can’t remember, but something like that.) He’s hard core–no coat, just several layers.
things I remember
- hearing a few geese
- focusing a lot on following the packed down part of the path
- noticing how less irritating my steps were when running versus walking–no grinding, quick, sharp crunches
- at first, noticing how the river was almost completely iced over
- later, just before I turned around, noticing how there was a black trail of open water in the middle
- feeling so quiet and peaceful–in the long gaps between cars, it was wonderfully silent.
- seeing 2 other people–Dave, the Daily Walker at the beginning and another walker almost at the end
- wondering what people driving by thought of me out here running in the cold
- mistaking a dead leaf fluttering on the snow for a mouse
- taking note of two big stones stacked on top of the big boulder by the sprawling oak–those rocks won’t blow away or tip over!
- slipping slightly on the path a few times
layers: less today than yesterday! one green shirt, one pink jacket, one gray jacket, two pairs of tights, two pairs of socks, a hood, a buff, a hat, gloves, mittens
Outside the Window the Whole World is Humming/ Devin Kelly
“I am happy for the smallest of moments The first desire is to bottle them The second is to believe they will last forever Isn’t it better that nothing does” Really like the title of this poem and the idea/process of writing it.