The new snow tempted me this morning. Even though it was dark and cold, Tika and I braved the outside run. It is always better for my spirits to run outside. The crescent moon was all visible in the East. We saw tracks where the deer had crossed the road and where dogs had wandered. The yelps of coyotes, the lowing of cattle, and the crunchings of snow under foot were our sound track. The fog froze to my eyelashes. The lacy edge of the trees stood out dark against the pale orange sky. I didn't have to beat any wandering dogs with my stick. Tika didn't get to eat the bunny that she spooked from under the tree. The kids were just coming up for school when I stepped in the door. I'm grateful for the glory of a morning run. God is good to me.