It snowed the day before my knee surgery. To me this seemed like a clear invitation to enjoy one last hike before temporarily losing my walking privileges. I accepted the invitation gladly, if cautiously. The last thing I wanted to do was wrench my knee. So I wore my knee brace, used a ski pole even though the snow was barely sticking, and watched my every step.
I didn’t stay out long. I had too many other things to do. But I went back to work with a happier heart. The snow always cheers me up!