Had a beautiful short run this morning with a few friends, so called "at the pace of the slowest runner." We had sort of a windstorm yesterday but this morning the wind had died down, the temperature had dropped to a crisp 0C and the skies were really beautiful at 7:30 a.m. when we headed out. On the way back a few minutes later the mountain tops were glowing with a pink coat of snow. How beautiful!