It was cold but clear. Catie had just returned from her trips to Pennsylvania and California. She told me about chi machines and a certain Pantsuit Paula and sledding and White Russians. We took a long walk up City Creek Canyon.
We made plans for skiing, for picnics, for travel grants and the consumption of much kale.
We crunched frozen puddles.
And marveled that the runners, some of them in shorts, charging uphill, breathing evenly, were able to greet us without toppling.
1 comment:
que buenas fotos.
ps: those runners must be on a caveman diet
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