My wife and I used to run all year round in the hills of New Hampshire. And that was regardless of the temperature in the winter. And I mean long runs in order to train for the Boston Marathon in April.
We reminisce about it often, but somewhere along the way it did get cold and raw and tiresome at times.
She misses Christmas in New England. I don't miss shoveling snow off my farmhouse porch because it had piled up so high.
I miss our apple trees, but I love it here in Florida now. There's is beauty everywhere if you look for it.
I have to admit that hiking in NH was spectacular in the fall. I miss that... and apple picking... damn.
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