Not this year. Picture this lake in the early morning. In the early morning in J nk ping, in Sweden, in September. It's small, you don't run five kilometers if you circle it. It ties the town together.
Factories are nearby.
In the conference hotel the corporate guests have just completed their indoor exercises. And yet, this morning, this particular morning it's early and it's cold. And when you're early and when you're running warm but shivering a bit, still a bit cold, when ducks track the white foam that you know to be mist, when your shoes break twigs that go snap, a dry sound under those conditions, when you can't really see the hotels to be hotels as you know them, but when those blocks of stone might be blocks of wood, blocks of wood on a misty Monday morning. Yes, you would. Especially if you'd remember that the nf kk lures people in leaky boats, if you see the lovely Princess Tuvstarr contemplating the black waters of the tarn, see her so well you might as well touch her - go ahead, just go ahead.