… you know what I miss these days? This is going to sound stupid, but I really miss seeing my breath billow around me in the cold. I hadn’t realized that that’s such a simple winter-exercise joy for me, but it really is.
These days, if I see my breath around me, I pull my mask tighter and hope that no one was close enough to be annoyed by my germs.
(this day in the snow would have been a good candidate for lots of breath-seeing:)
Psyched for the days of wantonly blowing breath like a dragon again.