andytherocketeer – Member
…winter’s the best season, especially when it’s crisp, cold and snowy.
I was thinking just that this morning.
Running through the woods, a rising sun reflecting red and orange off the frost, the whole world asparkle, blue in the sky. My great big hairy wolfhound at heel.
Fabulous.
Then I had to cross a large pool of muddy ice melt that filled my shoes. The hound was splashing beside me wetting my thin running gear, and she followed up with a mighty shake to dry herself and distribute more wetness over me.
That’s when I agreed with Klunk. 🙂
