People would sigh in wonder at the colored fall leaves and I would grumble to myself.
I was hot-blooded, and when the temperatures dropped below 60 degrees I got cranky.
This year has been entirely different.
This past summer was honestly kind-of rough. I had a hard job that I didn't love and I spent my days inside.
When the weather started cooling down and the new semester brought a totally different schedule, I surprised myself by falling in love with fall.
I was constantly wide-eyed with wonder at the colorful leaves around me, and I felt delight in my heart when I went out of my way to crunch the leaves on the ground.
My long runs on the Provo River Trail were my absolute favorite. The cool weather made for comfortable running, and the colors were breathtaking.
I'm so grateful that we had such a long, lingering fall this year. Wasn't it wonderful?
This morning, Kevin looked outside and said, "it snowed."
I gave the obligatory grumble and complaint, slipped on my running shoes and went outside.
And I was amazed to find that I wasn't cranky about the snow.
In fact, I had a great run in it and felt cozy and warm in my long pants and jacket.
Then, when I walked the mile to school, I found myself feeling child-like awe at the peaceful flakes falling around me.
I kept stopping to examine the individual snowflakes on my gloves.
Today, the snow made me feel happy.
Walking in the snow, wearing my favorite boots and listening to Christmas music, I was very content.
What are the chances of that lasting for all of winter, do you think? ;)
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