I usually get up at 4 in the morning, work at my desk for about an hour and a half, then go for my morning run. In winter this means piling on the layers, including a reflective vest, pulling poor Eddie from his warm dog bed, and pushing off into the cold, dark outdoors.
It has been a wonderful gift both this winter and last to have Tolstoy in my ear during these early morning excursions. I am once again listening to Anna Karenina on my iPod as I trot through the quiet streets of town. I lose myself in the narrative. I love the characters and feel for them with all of my heart. For an hour or so every morning I am in Russia, and there is no place I'd rather be.
Here is a review I wrote of Anna Karenina.
And here are some shots from our snow fire yesterday.