https://www.shortstoryscribe.com/ ]There is something tranquil about a December, pre-dawn run along the river.
The calm allows you to notice so much ---
The flowing water that is a tad darker than the yet illuminated morning sky.
The frigid air whipping, trying to penetrate several layers of clothing.
Snow flurries falling along the ground, shading the grass a lighter color.
Even the howling breeze provides a momentary peace, a brief respite from the turmoil both behind and ahead.
All these years I spent dreading the colder months, literally fearing the snow, until a greater fear has re-awoken me to the joy of, well, to the joy of --- everything.