“I see you in the grass, Running through the snow, But where you have gone, I cannot go.” — Helen Pearson Copy Share Image
Sure, the first light snowfall may be a chance to dance giddily, leaving squeaky footprints through the neighborhood, marking the runner's right to the domain. But later drubbings of snow merely complicate running. Snow turns to ice, to slush, to… — Don Kardong Copy Share Image
