When I checked out of work for the week at the end of the day today, the sun was still high enough in the sky for it to be considered daylight. It’s been cold for most of the week, that deep, chilling cold that makes it difficult to do much besides curl up on the couch and watch bad television. We tried taking the dog for a walk mid-week and turned around because between the icy sidewalks and the brutally cold wind it was simply stupid and dangerous to be outside. So, that it was merely a few degrees below freezing after work and still light out, I decided to light a fire. I mean, I literally had to shovel…

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About thirty six hours before I sat down to pen this post the city where I live got hit by a small ice storm. I mean, technically, the weather service called it “freezing rain” but after an hour of that particular meteorological event (whatever one chooses to call it) every outdoor surface had been covered by a thin, slippery sheen of pebbled ice that sent traffic into chaos, all but shut down the city, and left people like me walking their dogs shuffling along the glassy sidewalks barely able to maintain a vertical posture. At lunch (when it was a bit brighter and bit warmer, but not any less icy) I took a photo of one of the boulders in…

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Sunday Runday, and I woke up to a skiff of fresh overnight snow and a minus twenty world out my front door. Yeah, you read that right: -20C. (Not even mentioning the “feels like” -33C wind chill estimate that accompanied the forecast on my weather app.) As I was eating my breakfast, one of my running partners (who is a government meteorologist) texted me at 7am with the (I assume) professional advice of “stay warm, I will not be out this morning…” And then I did the thing I’ve done too often this past year and a half… What do you wish you’d done less of this past year? … I tried to get out of my run. Sure, it…

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Well, it was inevitable. This morning there was a few skiffs of snow around the city, but for the most part I could have still raked the autumn leaves dawdling in my backyard. By this evening, a generous blanket had covered the park and streets. I guess it really is time to dig out the winter running gear.

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