I was thrilled it was snowing big fat flakes when I got to the trail. The snow was fat and sticky on the trail, my favorite kind to run in. I took Sara for the first time in 3 weeks since she split her paw and I unbandaged her foot. She was getting so fat from not running, her back has grown as wide as a small table. The retreiver got so excited about Sara coming with us that she ran up ahead really fast, and when she stopped suddenly to turn around and come back, she just slid off the trail down the embankment and almost fell into the river. It was hilarious. She's such an idiot. I loved having the trail to myself today. It feels impossible and indulgent to have a managemable piece of nature that big, wonderful, and important all to myself for almost an hour. I miss skiing. I have not been able to go as much as in years past (it gives me the same kind of enjoyment to be on the mountain in winter). But it is some comfort that while I can't go, the snow is only so-so this year. | 