Snow covered Lake

I woke up this morning to the dripping sound of melting snow. It was falling from the roof outside my window of our small, but cozy, family vacation cabin.
The sun is shining.
I could go out and run.
I did bring the right clothes and I didn't hurt myself skiing yesterday.
There really wasn't a reason not to.

So I did.
But I didn't really want to.

The snow is piled high on both sides of the streets which made me a little uncomfortable (especially since I'm currently reading a book where a lady is killed by car while she is out jogging "Bend in the Road"). But the pavement itself didn't look that icy and I haven't been able to run since Wednesday...
I ended up convincing myself that I would be fine. I'll just run down to the lake and back around. I hate to back track, and this route provides a full circle.

Our cabin is located in an area called "The Big Trees". The trees ARE big, the air smells fresh and the sky is blue.

I clicked onto a playlist I call "Wavelength 3" of my ipod and set out. The air was warmer than I thought it would be. I couldn't see my breath.
I didn't see any animals. I didn't see any people.
I ran past other cabins and thought about how much I love this place.

I wished I could have been here when the snow was new, instead of seeing it cast aside, corrupted by time. I stretched out my glance to study the blanket of white that appeared to touch every branch and every rock.
It reminded me of that Dr. Suess book- "The cat in the hat comes back."
I wondered if there were any bored children starring out there windows today.

The road steadily wrapped and curved until I found myself gazing upon a pristine sight. A large open spans of virgin snow. The lake had been made clean. Tall green and white trees peppered the icy banks and quietly calmed the once noisy beaches of summer.

A sadness crept into my heart as I began to run away from nature's natural beauty.
I made my way up a slight incline, past a few "A framed" houses, not wanting the adventure to end.
But all to soon... it did.

I sprinted the moment my vehicle came into view. I stretched my arms and legs.

I picked up a nearby snow shovel to remove a pile of dog poop before it could do any damage.

I smiled, looking back into the wilderness, knowing my soul is protected from wolves.
I am part of this world as much as a tree is part of the dirt.

If you're fine, then you're fine. I am okay...