Today I walked with a snow shovel in my hand, back and forth across my driveway. Home for the presidential holiday, my husband came out to join me saying, “Be careful, it’s only two degrees out here.”
I wasn’t worried though; I was hydrated and properly dressed. I knew that my body needed water to continue working to keep me warm, and I knew the temperature could kill exposed skin. Completely covered in layers of warmth, I was comfortable, exhilarated to be outside after yesterday, when I had to hide inside from the frigid 40 mph winds.
Respect. It’s what made the difference. I wonder how different society would be if everyone would bolster their respect … respect for the weather, nature, each other, and themselves.
