About midway through my run this morning (five miles — the usual), it started to snow. My first thought — ugh, the weatherman said I’d be in the clear until 9. But once I got past the cold flecks of wet flakes on my face and focused on the sheer beauty of everything going on around me, I settled into a nice, easy pace (when does that ever happen to me?) and floated on home.
Of course, the Rockefeller holiday lights didn’t hurt. Nothing like an iconic sighting on a snowy Tuesday morning.