It was in the low 40s, which to be honest almost passes for a “hard freeze” in Central Texas. Break out the winter gear!
It was drizzling, and my glasses were speckled with raindrops. I was coming back from a 4 mile run, heading downhill. In the distance, I saw a man walking the other way.
As he got close, I could see that he had red lips and pink cheeks and was huddled in a meager (albeit unzipped) jacket. He was walking briskly. His eyes were tearing slightly, likely due to the breeze. He looked up and smiled.
“Good for you getting out in it!” he said. “Rock on, brother!”
I smiled and mumbled “Thanks” and headed home.