I penned this poem earlier this month after a run with my dog Gypsy, but the sentiments are still appropriate after the temperature extremes this past week! (It's another FIB, check out Gregory K's blog: GottaBook. Thanks again, Gregory!)
Running in April in Michigan or, Nature's Disenchanted Intimacy
we ran hot,
skin sizzled to touch.
Today, measured breath is frigid.