The fact that daylight savings time made it an hour earlier than it really should have been was a slap in the face to the fact it was the second time change I had to endure in less than a week.
First world problems, eh?
We ran into the river valley, willfully ignoring the cold wind and the specks of icy rain, dropping down a slippery hill and under the bridge, emerging back on the other side of the ice-dammed water only to start the long, steady climb back out into civilization.
“You need to touch the wall.” Emma instructed. “Touch it. You can’t go back until you’ve actually put your hand on it.”
So we did. And then we ran back the same way we came, maybe a little slower, but knowing that we’d reached some little abstract goal and returned.