Dear future me,
Today you hit 160 days in your movement streak. Since the summer of 2024 you managed to run about 23.8 miles a week, removed 20 lbs that your body no longer has to carry, and hopefully pushed back a bit of bodily entropy. I hope you kept up this good work.

It’s so cold today that it looks like somebody spilled glitter all over the snow.

The whole family came along for a hike through the newly fallen snow today.

Yesterday I waxed poetic about walking in the snow but today it is 8° and I’m not doing that to myself.

I don’t often take walks in the morning but, when I do, it’s because of snow. Today was a real treat as I lucked into making the first tracks in last night’s snowfall ahead of the plow man.

I wish I had enough of a writers brain to properly express …

There is some kind of horrible irony in receiving biodegradable trash bags in an unbiodegradable plastic bag. 🤦🏼‍♂️

Celebrating the snow at the downtown ice festival.

The trees are inspiring as they stand sentinel through the cold winter winds. Sure, they look forward to spring’s blooming but this time is theirs too. Waving hello as I walk by and sheltering the smaller creatures as they can.

Firestone Farm Fields are looking beautiful in the snow today. (Photo curtesy of my wife.)

It’s -6° F! 🥶 (Feels-like -14°)

After decades of seeing fake, over-saturated travel photos online, it’s tough to convince anyone when you experience one in your own backyard.

For me, the snow makes the winter worth it.

I enjoyed watching the steam’s colorful glow in this morning’s 8° sunrise.

Staying warm with lots of family at the New Year’s Day party at the farm.

Waking to a winter wonderland.