Two mornings ago, sidewalks slick with ice, I made my two-mile, pre-work walk after a week and a half of rain, sleet and snow...which equals no morning walk. Not another soul in sight except the striking older woman in a red coat boldly power-walking in the middle of Turrentine Street. This is her technique, as I've seen her walking before. I am not so willing to brave the middle of the street, preferring to keep to the sidewalks, with their frost and root upheaved chunks of concrete. She and I smile and greet each other. Maybe one day I will be her.
The upside this morning is that the sun is visibly coming up earlier. Spring, soon?