I have just returned a run. And not just any run, but the first shirtless run I’ve had… well, since summer ended.

Mr. Sun has decided to grace us with a brief reappearance. Or, for the visual thinkers:

Running in nothing but shorts and shoes is so freeing, so primal. And even the mild air felt electric on my bare skin.

There will be a time when Mr. Sun returns to kicking my butt. Hopefully that won’t be until the summer. Just now, I’m content to enjoy a more favorable relationship.