I’m thankful for the cold air.

Pounding out the miles always seems a million times easier for me in the cold.  The crisp air sharpens the view.  It’s easier to really see during a cold run.  It’s easier for me to really notice.  I take in more details.  I can see the joy or pain people wear on the outside and sometimes, if I’m really lucky, I can see what they don’t wear on the outside.  I’m so thankful for the cold air’s ability to provide me with these precious opportunities.  It reminds me to try to see the details the rest of the time.

What are you missing? What do you really see? Do you appreciate what you really see?

“Never trust to general impressions, my boy, but concentrate yourself upon details.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes