savor belonging to yourself
…only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself. ~Ruth Stout
The trails are deliciously empty after it snows.
Saturday we woke up to a blanket of snow. Thousands of people took to facebook to announce that it snowed. This is what my Mom posted.
She’s so smart. I saw her before I took off to run on Sunday and she asked if I had a mask to avoid a chapped face. I thought it was too warm and clear for a mask. As soon as I got to the trail it started snowing heavily before turning into large jagged chunks of ice.
My piles of running clothes have gone from summer’s few small scraps into winter’s mounding piles of layers.
The temperature rose and the snow slipped off the wet branch.
I usually don’t feel what I’ve gotten myself into until after I take the picture and turn to leave.
Made by a woodpecker.
Made in Michigan.