After one day of summer weather, we went right back to winter. It was a yucky one to be sure, but I almost prefer it when it’s cold, overcast, or a little rainy. This is because I have the trails to myself. The trails have a different feel when it’s overcast. As the clouds come in and the temperature drops, those who venture onto the path become few and far between. With the low hanging clouds pressing down, the deserted parks and paths, I feel all alone out there. They become my trails, where I can go as fast as I want and where there is no limit to my ability. I know these colder, cloudy days will soon be over, so I’ll take advantage where I can.
