Invincible

It felt the depths of winter, but I'm starting to find out that inside of me, there is an invincible summer. The sky was clear and blue today and I saw a bug! Imagine! A bug. It's been so long since I've seen one actually alive (the Bean Museum has a wide array of dead ones).

Did you feel the air today? It was a blessed 48 degrees at 5 o'clock and I felt like kicking my heels and shouting for Spring. The air was crisp, clear and cold. It invigorated my scalp, rousing my brain and bringing a calming clarity to my mind; clarity that matched the unimpeded crystal afternoon.

I wore my red boots today. I found that when I wear boots I feel strangely powerful. Like nothing and no one can stop me. Come rain, snow, or storm, hell or high water, I'll keep on walking with a stride not just a step. I stride through every slush-puddle and bad day and think, "Ha! Still dry!" I walked through snow, kept protected and frozen from the shade of a towering building, and Roommate asked me what I was doing. "You're supposed to avoid the snow," she told me. But I just wanted to prove to myself one more time that I have ways and means to protection and warmth.