Last night we went jogging through the Boise Foothills. The trails were covered in snow and we passed cross-country skiers and mountain bikers alike. My feet were wet, but the silence was ever-present aside from being chided by two owls who glowered at us from the tree tops. Clouds blocked the sunset, creating more of a sepia-toned dusk. Toward the end of our run, a little fox swept across the trail glancing back briefly to eye us suspiciously.
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