I told myself at the beginning of the year that it wouldn't get too cold in Santa Fe until after Thanksgiving. I would just leave my winter clothing at home until then. However, as I got out of my truck at the base of my mountain and looked up, seeing snow spread out over the landscape, I wished I had a winter coat. I had had dressed in as many layers as I could: a t-shirt, a thing long sleeve t-shirt, a light rain jacket, and my poncho. However, these weren't enough to keep me too warm from the forty degree temperatures. I wished I had a pair of gloves at least, and a hat to shelter my ears.
I climbed on, the first part of the climb was never hard anyways. Besides it was a beautiful morning. Not a cloud in the sky. From where I stood the sun had not yet risen over the mountains, but it cast beautiful shadows across the valley below me. Everything was a little more dead looking than before. The cold air must have kept the animals and birds in hiding.
I climbed past the easy part of the climb and reached one of the many steep inclines halfway up and began to warm up slightly. My blood pumped with the exercise and I felt my fingers regain some feeling. However, halfway up, at the blue bench, I got chilled again. The sweat on my body began to freeze, and my warm clothes did nothing to help me. I sat down on the bench, rubbing my arms up and down my body to try and warm myself and I looked out over the landscape. Why did it look so warm, when I knew how cold it was?
My lips trembled, my teeth chattered, and my ears felt numb. This wasn't my place. My place was warm. Maybe I'll come back after Thanksgiving with a winter coat.
I started my decent.
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