Real weather
November 3, 2003The 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.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
