As I cogitated on where the heck I was going to run today, inspiration finally struck: go out in the wee hours of the morning and simply enjoy the winter wonderland. And that's just what I did.
I ventured out around 5:45 a.m., and was immediately enveloped by a peacefulness that is unique to a sleeping town blanketed with fresh-fallen snow. Through most of the run, the quiet was interrupted only by the rustle of my jacket and every view was of an undisturbed crystalline world. 'Twas a spectacular run!