I shouldn't be so negative about winter. It really does have its few saving graces. Very few. I noticed this morning as I was running that it really is beautiful. The mountains with the red trees and snowy caps, the way the sun shimmers off the layer of ice on the wheat fields and the stillness the cold seems to bring, really are beautiful. Of course they are kind of hard to see through the fog my breath makes. But if I can get past the icy wind slapping my face, the throbbing tingling of my fingertips ears and front teeth and the stiff numbness of my joints and muscles I could really enjoy a morning winter run. And of course there is always my favorite part of winter- a garage full of ice cold diet coke. The thing is as much as I hate to admit it Utah really is beautiful in the winter- if only it weren't so cold.
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