Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Winter

The best way to get through the winter is to stay active. Despite the runs in the park, including three ten-miles Sundays, the cardio cross-training, and even climbing the Empire State Building last week, the cold is finally getting hold of me.

I can pin point to the exact moment when things shifted within me. We were standing in a crowded subway, the 1, going uptown to Pio Pio, my favorite Peruvian restaurant in town. I was dressed in my winter finest: the ladybug trapper hat I picked up in Madrid(?), the black and white scarf Misha got for me more than ten years ago, a knee length dark brown down coat like every other one in Manhattan and a pair of red snow boots. There was not a scant of sensuality even with the wildest imagination. Not only was I oblivious to my appearance I was indifferent. It's one of the liberties I've acquired since moving here. Then he looked at me in a different light.

What are you looking at?
You, all this you're wearing, no one would know there's a supermodel figure underneath it all.
How do you know?
I've seen you.

And then, it dawned on me, this is winter. It's been an especially old one, they say, but I've been through worse. Underneath the down overcoat is still the little girl longing to be discovered. It felt good.

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