The wind was a gentle, chilly breeze, urging me to walk a bit faster, as the trail hugged the ice-glazed shoreline of Lake Springfield.
The sun was heading towards the horizon in the early afternoon, a reminder of the short days of winter sunlight.
Trees were bare, twigs and branches reaching out towards the sun, hopeful for more sunlight each day.
The ground was frozen and covered with the last leaves of autumn.
The trail had a new layer so mulch, ready for the masses of feet that would soon be tramping along the paths in soon to come springtime.
I paused to capture the bliss of the moment, cold, crisp and refreshing as it was.