Walking in the Snow

Sunday, October 25, 2020

I stepped outside this morning for a walk and it smelled cold. Well, maybe it wasn't so much as it smelled cold as it was feeling the sharpness of cold while talking that first outside breath in through my nose. 

As I was approaching home on the return trip I couldn't help but notice how pretty the gently falling snow looked as they floated down. Despite how charming it all was it felt just a little wrong. Like maybe it's snowing and colder just a little too early. It feels like it should be a different month. Like maybe November or early December.  

It was only about 27 degrees out as I walked. It felt really quit wonderful though. With the appropriate attire I felt comfortable and was reminded how much I enjoy the crispness and crackle of the cold. My boots crunched on the very thin layer of snow and I watched Athena walking along ahead of me as she acquired a dusting.