A runner I know has a euphemism, "I don't do lightening and I don't do ice." I understand the wisdom in his dictum.
Today, Denise threaded our way over the patches of ice from the melt of yesterday's snow. It wasn't real ice, I rationalized. As the sun climbed the sky, it ensured our passage back would be easier than the way out. After our travels to Florida, we needed to re-establish our Sundays along the Anacostia, despite the minor challenges.
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