The bite of fresh, cold air strikes me like an overdue wake-up call.
Immediately flushing my cheeks and shocking the sluggishness right out of my lungs.
It is crisp, unpolluted and absolutely sharp, carrying that distinct, clean scent of frost and open sky that makes me feel instantly anchored to the present moment.
Every single inhale feels like drinking freezing water from a mountain spring.
Filling my chest with a purified, icy energy that sharpens my focus and clarifies my thoughts.
Exhaling releases a small cloud of mist into the atmosphere.
A quiet, satisfying proof of life against a backdrop of stillness that leaves me feeling completely renewed, grounded and fiercely alive.
Best of probabilities to you.
Dane.