Too cold for running in German as sleet stings my face.
I skate across snow-packed surfaces smoothed by sledges.
I skip over small mounds where grass strains through.
I stumble when I sink in surprises of deep white.
As gusts of wind constantly sear my cheeks.
All I can do is yank my hat down and pull my snood up.
I slide to a stop.
Three skips stand red and neat against the elements.
I bare my hand to take a photo, and see my jacket is rigid with ice.
My core is fine, but my extremities are not. I must move on before the cold takes a grip.
Home holds a softer snowscape and a steaming hot coffee.
Surely it won’t be long before Winter warms into Spring. And I can start running in German again (and stop posting silly posts like this).
All at Knole Park