A midday run on the Mall. A bitingly cold commute to work.
The city looks different, feels distinct over a light powdering of snow.
Tourists head indoors, to museums and gift shops. Runners dwindle, leaving only those undeterred by the chill.
The cold shocks me initially. A few steps and warmth returns, allowing me to assess my surroundings and appreciate the day.
Pitter patter. Pitter patter. My shoes fall softly on the snow-dusted ground. Their sound is meditative.
Faster runners pass me. My path intersects with others approaching from the opposite direction. Many of us smile as we pass or give a wave from the hip.
I don’t know where these feelings of fellowship originate. Maybe it’s the manner in which these conditions invigorate us.
Ironic, I think, that these chilly winter days make us warm to each other. I continue on my way, stepping lightly. Pitter patter. Pitter patter.
How nice that you pitter patter. I’ll be out there tomorrow morning, thumping and whomping my way along the Mall.
Ha! Hope you had a good run! Most days I don’t pitter patter… that’s the gift of fresh-fallen snow.
Beautiful, just beautiful.
You made me feel like I was reading poetry.
Well done.
lovely!