A Reckoning for a Beckoning, and the Cold Rain Blues

 

The orange moon is setting. This, just as the sun is considering making it’s appearance on this cold February morning. I had been planning to do a long run on the mill today, but when I looked outside, the full moon beckoned me. And outside I went.

Now my hands are cold. So cold, in fact, that they’re no longer functional. I should have had better gloves, but the kind of gloves best for cold-weather running is something I haven’t figured out yet. Maybe after another 45 years of running, I’ll have it down pat. Anyway, in spite of the cold and my not-so-good run, it’s cool to see the moonset.

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That was the other day. Today, it’s warmer, and for the first couple miles, I feel a little better. And that, of course, is when the rain begins. Cold rain (it’s around 38F). I don’t like cold rain. In fact, you may want to put it this way. It’s what would happen if Dr. Seuss had to run in cold rain.

O DO YOU LIKE COLD AND RAIN, DAN?

I DO NOT LIKE IT, DAN-I-AM.

I DO NOT LIKE COLD AND RAIN.

WOULD YOU LIKE IT HERE OR THERE?

I WOULD NOT LIKE IT HERE OR THERE.

I WOULD NOT LIKE IT ANYWHERE.

I DO NOT LIKE COLD AND RAIN.

I DO NOT LIKE IT, DAN-I-AM.

WOULD YOU LIKE IT ON A STREET?

WOULD YOU LIKE IT WITH SOME SLEET?

I DO NOT LIKE IT ON A STREET.

I DO NOT LIKE IT WITH SOME SLEET.

I DO NOT LIKE IT HERE OR THERE.

I DO NOT LIKE IT ANYWHERE.

I DO NOT LIKE COLD AND RAIN.

I DO NOT LIKE IT, DAN-I-AM.