Adventuring

[ectophylla]

I went out to dinner tonight--snow and wind be damned. The walk to the restaurant was just a slightly more difficult walk, lunging in and out of snow piles. The walk back from the restaurant was a different story. The snow had somehow gotten harder and the wind had come up. I couldn't see for more than a few blocks, and I could feel the snow

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[moominmolly]

I often feel good when out in really awful weather as long as I know I'm on my way home.

I feel the same way. I don't mind having wet socks so much if I know I'm going home where I keep the fluffy dry warm ones (and the shower). But what I like here is the wanting to be wanting -- that's something I understand. When I was in high school, we'd all go tobogganing and then get cocoa at one of our coffee joints. Sure, the mad dives down the slopes were fun, but part of the fun was knowing we'd all warm our noses when it was over and we didn't have to be cold anymore.