Tonight is quite chilly, enough for me to be a bit shivery waiting for the bus home after class, enough for me to pull on my gloves and wish I had a hat.
And that’s ok. It certainly isn’t COLD or anything, but my body isn’t happy with this. All I can think of is:
and of how obvious it is that I am supposed to be standing on some beach in Jamaica and not on a Flatbush Avenue corner shivering at a bus stop. Alas.
* Alternate title: “And I had doubts about AC’s proposal because why?”