getting old...

The older I get, the more I don't like being cold. I still like sweatshirts better than tshirts. I still like freshly fallen snow. I still love Christmas. I still love running in the cold. But I don't like the feeling of bone-chilled cold. You know what I mean, the cold that gets so deep it never seems to go away. And today, I long for the days of summer, and camping and hiking and the likes. The following pictures are me re-living the warmth.

Hope you can feel the sun on your face. Feels good. :)