As the snow began to fall later that afternoon, there was a moment, as I jogged through the park, that I realized it was about to snow. A sense. And then for next few minutes as I jogged along the bridle path, I thought I saw flakes. But I was never sure. I even pointed ones I thought I saw to my jogging partner, who did not seem to believe me. Or maybe she wanted me to run faster (She ran at a faster pace normally and normally complained of my slow one. But didn’t in this case–maybe because it was too cold to complain?)
So when the snow finally began really and truly falling, I realized I’d lost that feeling of anticipation. Snow was just snow. It had lost its wondered. And with that I began to feel as cold as my jogging partner