changing.

i used to prefer to run in the spring. in shorts. and a tank. maybe arm-warmers. down streets filled with sunshine. past yards wearing jackets of newly-sprouted grass and blooming tulips. breathing freely the morning air fragranced with dew and honey.

but now, winter's my favorite running season. black heat-capturing dryfit clinging to my legs. my torso covered in layers. black hat keeping in the heat. gloves with tread in case i fall. crunching through autumn's carelessly kept leaves that keep emerging from snow-covered yards. picking those annoying and spiky balls from the sole of my shoe every mile or so. and then realizing, they're called gumballs. my favorite treat.