It was a day that made me feel that I was in the west. The sky was clear blue and the winter air made it seem I could see forever. The snow on the mountains shone brightly in the sun. Everything seemed to be in high relief. It was a high contrast perfect type of day.
It never rose about freezing. The highest temperature I noted was 27 degrees. The sun, however, warmed things enough that the children ran around for a couple of hours without jackets. I trust that they know when they are cold. They will ask for more clothes if they need them. Today they were good to go with sweatshirts.
The air was dry. I ran six miles this afternoon, abandoning my winter hat not long into it for a brimmed cap. Once I warmed up I did not worry about frostbite on my ears even with a breeze. The sun is higher now. Two months ago the same temperature and wind conditions and clear skies would not have felt so warm. Spring arrives in one month.
I felt tired running today. I might be fighting off the sickeness that my wife managed to catch. She spiked a fever. She never spikes a fever. If I had even a touch of that business, it makes sense that I would be tuckered after six miles. Although, admittedly, I felt tired even at mile one. What gives with that? But I slogged it out slowly and felt fairly good by the time I got back. I hope tomorrow gets me going in better shape than that.
My run today reminded me of runs I have taken in the west–cold, clear days with air that feels fresh. It only feels that way around here in the winter. The trees are bare so I can see much farther and the air is dry. We rarely get that dry air here in the summer. We get plenty of humidity and lots of green. I don’t think of that as western.
There is a good chance we will get a storm later this week. Tomorrow will be another beauty and I am taking it off for President’s Day. I need to celebrate my patriotism and all that. Wave a few flags and remember the deeds of great men. I will do some playing of some sort. We head to the Adirondacks in a week. I am hoping we get a blast of snow in time for that. Then we can do lots of playing, western day or not.