Well, I'm not sure about attaining perfection via how I take a walk, but I just had to lace up my beat up sneakers and get outside yesterday. Holy Guacamole, it felt like spring out there - fifty-two degrees on the fourth of February.
While we had a wonderful lap around the neighborhood, the realization hit that I'm just not ready for winter to end. I actually like having to layer up and wear socks to bed. I enjoy the feel of a constant cool breeze and snow falling on my face. I'm keen to burrito myself in a quilt on the couch. I don't mind being compelled to grab a scarf and gloves on the way out the door. I am, and always have been, a cold weather gal. That's not to say I don't take pleasure in other seasons. Who doesn't adore spring and fall? It is the height of summer that I dread. However, that is a long way off. So instead of lamenting what it is to come, I will savor meandering on mild, sunny days.
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