Empty cold air

It was 0 degrees celsius when I woke up. I had a strong urge to go for a jog, so I did.



(I get cold just looking at this picture.)

I started off at a slow pace, the sharp air piercing my lungs. The main road turned into a trail along the lake, whose water was thick and calm. I ran past large, deep green spruce trees, until my endurance exhausted.

Finally, I came to the dock, and stood staring out into the blurry landscape.



The morning jog gave me the warmth and endorphins to last through the chilly, foggy day.

Is this turning into a photo blog? Super cool natural transition into multimedia :P