Finally, we had some snow in The Netherlands. The first day my daughter and I went outside. She enjoyed the snow as much as I did. I tried building her an igloo. Unfortunately, the snow didn’t stick, and I got very stuffy after making a few bloks. I needed to take a break.
Being outside in the snow, sitting on a chair, warmly dressed in this cold weather, made me feel alive. We enjoyed hot chocolate with whipped cream and little marshmallows afterward.
I really love the snow, so during the week that followed, I went outside for a walk with a friend. He knew about my condition, and now he experienced it. We walked 3 kilometers, less than I used to run a year ago, besides a day full of other activities. Just before we got home, I felt so tired. My face turned grayish; my eyes sank deeper. I was done and slept for two hours after this walk.
During the last cold weekend, the lake in front of my house was frozen and ready for ice skating. My friend came over and took me ice skating. I was out of breath after a short ride, took my rest, and tried again. I had so much fun. It made me realize I’m more aware of the joy in these little and small things. The next day I tried Ice skating again, even a shorter than a short ride made me happy. It was worth all the rest taking that came along with this activity.
