I was just getting ready to head out on my run today when I looked outside and was taken aback at the sight of falling snow! What a beautiful and unexpected turnout for the weather! Unlike most people, I actually love the winter and the snow, so had no real problem with the record-breaking snows this year in the midwest, and even a couple of really nice flurries since I arrived home. I decided to go ahead and run through it. I'd really missed running, though there were periods on my mission when I would run frequently (when I was training, we ran at least three times a week), but I prefer to run alone, where I can keep my own pace and not worry that I'm holding other people back from running as they like. So, I went on my run, and such an interesting effect! The snow falling, the wind blowing, the cold air, and the steam rising off of the warm street. It added to the already refreshing and cleansing and therapeutic effect that running has on me. I don't run very fast or very long, but it's enough, and I have my music and my thoughts, and as is practically inevitable, inspiration struck... I think I'm going to be writing later today...
Of course, the snow didn't last too long, and didn't stick to the ground at all. It was done by the time I came home, but as I went about my business today, it's been on and off. Heavenly Father loves me.
