Days like this make me want to walk. They just do. Tonight, I decided that I was going to walk just up the street to the CVS a few blocks from my house. Then, as I left the front door of my building, I completely changed my mind and walked to the Giant about three quarters of a mile away from me.
It’s something about the snow on the ground. For me, it represents a comfortable kind of cold. Not freezing, but cold enough to have to bundle up.
It’s strange. The carton of milk I bought from the grocery store was colder when I put it in my fridge than when I bought it.
Overall, the walking feels good. I guess I missed my morning and afternoon commute.