Everything surrounding me is white. Blindingly so, because the sun is shining brightly and reflects the white snow. My daily walks to school with the children have changed into sled rides. Like happy little Rudolphs the children run, taking turns to pull the sled.
I watch them with pleasure and wonder. There it is again: running for the fun of it. Running, just because it's enjoyable.
I can't remember the last time I saw a regular grown up, dressed in his day to day clothes suddenly break into a run. As adults we make an informed decision to run, and dress ourselves accordingly.
So I've decided that the next time I go for a walk, I'm suddenly going to break into a run and run like a child. Just to feel what it's like again.
When was the last time you broke into a run? And I don't mean the kind where you try to catch a bus or go to the sales!