It's been almost a month since I last went for a jog, after the morning weather took a dip; but two days ago Josh asked me along for an afternoon jog and the temperature, though still on the low side, was much more bearable. So I have been checking the temperature these few days and decided that 14 degrees this evening should be reasonably bearable. And so I went...
I don't know bout you, but my version of fairy tale life has always been to jog/stroll down a rural/secluded/forested/quiet area in the autumn evening with a setting sun and cooling weather; yellow/orange/red leaves on the trees and littered on the floor; an endless field and knolls patched with green grass; a lake with ducks or goose or swans gliding through aimlessly; some huts here and there filled with kids, families and laughter; ponies, horses, cows and herds of sheep loitering around their enclosed area; maybe a nursery or kindergarten somewhere where toddlers get to wander about freely...
Today, I lived my dreams.
