Winter Mornings

Hasn't it been cold? My balls shrink away to no where when I go jogging in the mornings. I put my hand down there to adjust and there is nothing. The hairs on my legs bristle, as my bare skin gets use to the breeze. The cold air burns in my lungs, as I start to jog. I love the brittle light of the morning. My foggy head spins with the cold wind on my face, as I start to run. The fragile beauty of the sunrise makes my heart beat faster. I can barely hear my footsteps echo in the night behind me as I leave them behind. All is quiet, new and clean. My heart beats faster. The footpath is clear in front of me, I can see through all of its shadows.