Most people hate cold weather - I love it.
Always have.
Makes me feel more alive.
I wouldn't like it all of the time - I'd get tired of it... but change is good - keeps things fresh.
I was out for a run recently and it was cold - no one in sight.
It was quiet. I heard a tree moving with the wind. I heard the subtle flow of the river.
Everything around me seemed dead - I love the contrast of how full of life I feel when I am running in the winter. I am this warm body moving through the cold air.
A cloudy day intensifies the effect.
A run on a winters night is surreal - the dark against the white snow. My body warming the cold air. The air so clean - the smell of nothing... and then suddenly the wonderful smell of a wood burning fire.
The silence against may rampant thoughts.
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