Siberian summer

It's tragic that on nights that Loki most wants to be out, especially when the park is dark and empty, I am most chilly, waiting to get inside. Other than those amazing runs we took in Forest Park. I remember on one of those super cold days in 96 or 97, the park empty, the only other person out on the street was a television camera man. It was so cold, in fact, that as much as I thought this might be a moment for posterity, me with my windshell literally a shell of ice, my beard full of icicles, ears covered, hands and head exposed, I did not want to stop and suggest it for fear that I might actually lose production of that tremendous body heat.