Every year it happens faster than we think it will, and in what seems like a day or two the cold, rainy running is replaced with ice and its weird, unpredictable footing.
My forgetfulness of how much I love running in snow is almost as comical as the act itself, especially when scurrying up a hill on a few inches of it is just like the cartoon image in your mind.
In our area the seasons change rapidly. One week it’s 60 degrees, and then a four-week crash starts and it’s freezing again. The temperature changes faster than the daylight situation.
The rapid cooling is welcome. Some might think six months of ice is a long time, but it’s not when you think long-term. I’ll only see about 40 more of these cycles if I’m lucky, so the rapid transition reminds me of slowly approaching life changes, and it demands gratefulness.