I know it's only a few days into the snowy weather and a few days before the first day of winter, but I miss summer.
Back during my college running days, we used to imagine all the snow was the white sandy beaches of Florida. Two signs I'm getting older.
1) I haven't run outside since the first flake fell.
2) No amount of imagination can tempt me to think nature just dumped a few inches of hot beach sand on everything.
Today I am holed up in a drafty library, staring out at all the white stuff, and I can't imagine this snow and cold away. In fact, I'm having trouble imagining anything. Instead, I sit and long for Gulf Shores and August's sunshine.