The wind had already picked up, and it was moving across the lake, creating patches of sunlight on the water that glimmered and moved with the wind.
I was wearing my warm black parka with the faux-fur-lined hood, which kept me warm but hampered movement, so I wasn't skittering ahead as quickly as I usually do. But I was comfortable and meditative and feeling energized by the wind in my face.
These are the moments that gladden the lives of walkers everywhere — or at least this one.
