I took myself out for a run. I do this very irregularly, acting on a random impulse. Stuffing my cold-sensitive ears with cotton, pulling on a beanie and gloves, I set out along snow-covered back streets. Snow was piled high everywhere, there were Christmas lights in every window, and the lighted path along the shore looked like winter wonderland.
Cold and dark, with enough pretty lights to guide me. And the satisfaction of knowing that soon I will be back home in a cosy chair with a hot cup of tea. I decided to have this random impulse more often in the future.
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