Lately it has been so cold it has been a challenge to get outside. In New Hampshire the end of December met us with a deep freeze. Many day, the mercury didn’t have the strength to creep above 10 degrees, which made getting outside difficult. The cold stings your face, and creeps under your skin, and deep into your bones. Those are the type of morning when you wake up, and getting out of bed seems impossible. Yet you forced yourself out of bed because things have to be done.
I usually love this winter, but this year I have been struggling. Spending time outdoors keeps me grounded and centered. Even if it is just an hour or two, I try to get out each day. During the deep freeze, I couldn’t do it. Despite many layers, the bitter wind, still found its way in. My hands went numb and my face ached. When summed up the courage to go out, when I got out, all I could focus on was my discomfort. Going outside became a battle, one I was not willing to fight. That sustained bitter cold gets into your bones, and refuses to leave.
Thankfully a week ago it broke. The temperatures rocketed around last weekend, before evening out on Monday. So far, the seasonal temperatures seem to be holding. The nice things about seasonal temps is we can finally go outside. You have to done layers, but if you dress correctly you can really enjoy it. You can have to wear layers, but you can leave your face uncovered without the risk of frostbite.
I was lucky enough to work from home yesterday. This gave me the opportunity to get out and explore on my lunch break. I donned my winter clothes and got outside. I have a little route that I like to walk. It comes down through the neighborhood, and down to the railroad tracks. It loops around, and bring we back to where I started. I have walked it many times, but it is always a little different.
Yesterday, I felt peace when I was out there, and I hope I can get out there again soon.