painting courtesy of Lucas
Last night I walked alllllll the way home. I hadn’t made that trek since the transit strike and, in hindsight, I probably should not have conquered all of that distance in two inch heels. I don’t know if I deserve a medal or a slap in the face for that one. One thing is for certain: this city is much more pleasant when I’m not rushing around in an Eskimo coat and two dozen layers of clothing.
((insert Pablo Neruda poem about spring here))