~6.9 mi @ ~13.0 min/mi

"Chocolate Festival!" reads the sign at the entrance to McLean High School. "But is it dark?" asks Dr Kristin. Dawn Patrol duo meanders east, treading carefully over refrozen icy patches on the sidewalks. A hill on Waggaman Circle seems never to have been properly cleared from recent snows. Christmas lights cycle through the spectrum in a front yard, like a rainbow imprisoned in a cedar.

"That's what rain is for!" Car-wash removal of road salt is a first-world luxury. From the airport on the way to Florida a comrade texts us, requesting a few bonus miles in her absence. We comply. Sunrise rings horizon with fuchsia clouds.

(trackfile) - ^z - 2018-02-16