(from December 6, 2009)
I noticed some stuff on my run yesterday...
The click clack tick tack of my titanium cleats gaining purchase on the icy street,
the acrid and pungent aroma of wood smoke pluming out of stalwart chimneys,
bright red bows on boughs of fir,
squeals of gleeful laughter as children slide down neighborhood hills,
and the ice-cold feather-soft kiss of snowflakes on my cheeks.
You wonder why I love to run?
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