Upon exiting the hotel I
noticed an addition to the cold and windy morning, a constant stream of snow
fell. Oddly, my immediate thought was this will be nice. Cold is not of any
interest to me whatsoever yet since we see so little snow in the Atlanta area the
novelty of it held a strong appeal. Make no mistake the excitement of snow
wasn't as powerful as the joy of running in a new city. I got going and took it
all in, the rolling hills and falling snow.
In a mile and a half I
entered the Bradford County Greenway. I watched a magnificent Great Blue
Herron gliding in for a landing near a small stream. The bird descended as
effortlessly as the frozen white flakes. The Heron landed in a landscape that
could easily have been the backdrop for a Thomas Kinkade painting. I enjoyed
the experience of the cold crystals, including the ones landing on my face. All
my senses were engaged and invigorated.
The chilly run left me ready for a great day of exploring even more of Cleveland. Shannan and I visited a local museum, ate lunch at The Spot, an historic diner, and made some purchases in local shops. We had a riverboat cruse planned, but it was cancelled due to inclement weather. Who's afraid of a little snow?!
Do something different.
Run in the snow.
Tom
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