Wednesday, March 14, 2007


On Friday, March 9, the weather broke. The sooty, aggressive snow piles were seeping slowly toward clogged sewer drains. The relics of a Long Winter were slipping back toward the earth. The sun shone upon me as I walked home from work.

Shortly before leaving, I caught my coworker Angela staring out the front door as families and young couples frolicked along the sidewalk.

“It is so nice today,” I said. “It’s about time. I can’t wait to go out and enjoy it.”

“I know,” Angela beamed. I wanted to launch into my spiel of feeling more alive on wonderful electric days like that Friday, how I would take a long walk around the neighborhood, maybe find myself in the window of a Little Italy bistro while furiously filling pages of my comp. book. This was walking weather. This was writing weather.

“I love days like today,” Angela said. “This is the kind of day that just makes me want to drive around. You know, all the windows down, listening to your favorite music, not really going anywhere. Not really doing anything.”

“Yeah,” I said, “driving. Or walking.”

“I just love driving,” Angela said. “It makes me happy.”

Enjoy every single second of days like these.

1 comment:

Charles said...

Has Angela ever thought about the Polar Bears, and what her driving is doing to their habitat? It's like, every time she turns on her ignition she is moving the slow glacier of pollution further towards the equator. Enjoy that simile because your grandkids will have no idea what I'm talking about, Angela!