Winter Running (Blue)

Lately I have felt so much joy on my morning runs.  They start in the dark and the sky gradually lightens.  It is so lonesome (in a good way), just Rosie and me and whatever wildlife is watching us.  I feel like the world is just coming to, waking up, starting to breathe, and Rosie and I get to both witness and be an integral part of it.  It feels really special and really important.

One morning last week it began to snow just as the sky brightened.  Today it was crisp and clear and I brought my camera to try to capture the essence and beauty of winter mornings.   I also enjoyed yesterday's cloudy dawn, opening with a particularly spectacular and moody darkness/light.

As I was thinking about writing this post on the rhapsody of winter runs, it dawned on me that I mostly only write about joy here.  If you didn't know me and read this, you'd think I was always super happy and celebrating everything all the time.  That's mostly true, but it is also true that I prefer to keep my sadness private, or at least semi-private.  I like to send positive vibes out into the universe (or blogosphere), not whine and complain.  But if you are my mother or husband, you know that I've had some recent loss and disappointment.  And like everyone, I have bad days, get pissed off, stressed out, irritated and grumpy.  But I am terribly grateful for all the goodness in my life and in the world and feel compelled to share those joys.  And recently I was reminded that no ONE thing is your life, so when you lose something or something changes, you can roll with it and notice all the other things still in your life.  Like the blue, cold and lovely dawn.