Routine...

I went for a run. I ran down my street and out of the neighborhood. I ran past the house with the giant dog that barks as if he’s threatening to rip me to shreds should he ever make it beyond his chain. He wears a red bandanna though, so somehow that makes him seem more friendly. I continued on to the lake road and followed that a ways. Past the log home that reminds me of a story book I had as a kid; a Little Golden Book about animals sharing a house. Past the place with the weird windows.I can’t imagine finding coverings for huge circle windows and it is a pet peeve of mine having uncovered windows after dark. I stopped at the river bridge and looked down at the frozen water for a bit. It is getting too cold outside for me to be stopping for long though, so I continued on. I went past the clearing where more times than not I see deer. No deer this evening. Past the house that looks like one of the little winter village collectibles that ladies who like a lot of knick-knacks put out on display the day after Thanksgiving . I had arranged for a pick up this evening. Sometimes it is just easier going out for a run and not having to backtrack. My mom met me along the side of the road at about three and a half miles. We drove further to the lake and I took a few photos of the frozen over surface. Feeling Minnesota is my running route. Feeling Minnesota is every day. Feeling Minnesota is home…