The clouds bled across the entire sky this morning. I couldn’t stop smiling on my way to work. Angie and I stepped outside to get a bagel from the lunch truck and a gust of cold wind shook us.
“It’s so cold,” she grumbled.
“I know,” I said, “Isn’t it great?”
I glanced at my coat rack before leaving the house this morning and, for a second, considered grabbing my gray wool scarf to wrap around my neck. Don’t be silly, I told myself. It’s not that cold. But soon it will be.
I remember how Lisaann used to laugh at me for shivering on a 50-degree night, and I know that others who have lived in colder, harsher climates will probably do the same. I don’t care. I will wear my coats and scarfs and hats this fall. I’ll pretend it’s Autumn in New York. I’ll imagine I’m walking three hours in the snow just to get to school.