I went back out, because the snow was still falling. I haven’t experienced many snowy beaches in my lifetime, so it felt good and right to run along this one while it is conveniently a few streets away.

I ran to the pier along the shoreline, and then beyond, to the clock tower, before heading back up the middle of the road, as pavement and tarmac had become one thanks to the fresh, soft covering of frozen water crystals.