It was cold. 9 degrees cold. Dressed for maximum winter combat in three top layers and two bottom layers, I delayed getting out the door, fiddle-faddling and wandering aimlessly my apartment until I could delay it no longer. Either I was going to head out the door and do my 4 mile neighborhood loop or I was going back in to make oatmeal. I put in my Ipod and headed out the door into buggar freezing, teeth freezing cold. The landscape was amazing, like God got bored last-night and dipped the world in dry ice to dazzle our eyes if not our cold weary hearts sick of winter. Trees, bushes, fronds of dried grass, houses--everything was coated in thick white frost. Inanimate objects, like cars, looked more ghastly, covered with what could have been soot from a nuclear fall-out. It was so cool. At 7:30 a.m., the sky was the palest baby blue, the roads still covered in thin plow-scraped layers of snow, with mounds of plowed snow narrowing the berm along the one busy street with a blind curve I need to navigate before I get to the quiet side streets that make up my four and a half mile neighborhood run. It was so treacherous through here, I moved over to the sidewalk and walked through foot deep snow to get out of the blind curve.
My Ipod died. I mentally flogged myself for not charging it up while I was at the house yesterday, but as my run continued, I was glad I could hear the background noise of my winter urban jungle: dogs barking, birds chirping, a middle aged lady in a heavy house coat stretching out her side door to knock off icicles off her gutters, the sound of tires over snow, it was so cool. It was going to be a gorgeous day. As the sun shone higher in the sky illuminating shafts of light, you could tell it was actually snowing the finest dust of snow, like fine diamond dust, visible only when the sun was shining just so, and then disappearing on and off as the light changed.
I went 4 and half miles--couldn't tell you how fast and couldn't care less. I felt like a million bucks once I was back in my little apartment abode, my weekend funk dissolving into a puddle, along with the snow on my trail shoes. Now, with the sun even higher, the sun shone on the frosted trees illuminating a million diamonds. My kind of diamonds. Frugal diamonds. The kind that are readily attainable and free for the price of just getting my ass out the door.