1. The park, like everyone and everything else in the city, was freezing.
2. It didn’t stop me from running, although to be honest these pictures were taken a few weeks ago. Twenty degrees (Fahrenheit) is my cutoff, and so I ran on the treadmill at the gym. It was torture but I lived to write about it.
3. I missed the park. When I was younger I used to want to travel to as many places as possible, but now I want to go to the same (beautiful) place as many times as I can. Or, realistically, three or four times each week; enough to see the changes as they unfold.
4. At home, everyone looked out the window with a mix of longing and relief.
5. The path didn’t have a single paw print, which made me hope the strays had found someplace to weather the front.
6. As I thought about the coming year, it was not my only hope.
