Perhaps the shortfall of a damp winters morn teamed with bare legs was a mistake too great to comprehend.
Pick up the pace, warm your bones.
A flick of her mousey hair and a quick wink to the sky. She danced with Mother Nature a jolly merry step, warmth and happiness ran through her. The trees singing their blissful tune. What could be more fulfilling than a Sunday stroll and tune.
Alternatively to encourage warmth jump in muddy puddles and skip and dance. I prefer the latter. Much more enjoyable.