It’s been windy in the city. Not cold, not wet, just windy. Yesterday I left work in the evening, as the wind was picking up, and struck out for Union Square. I was going to buy a dress for a holiday party. I wanted something sparkly.
The trees along Market Street were already twined with tiny lights, and the high-rises with their big windows were dappled with fluorescent light from within. I walked, with the wind blowing my hair into my eyes and mouth, and suddenly I had a bell-clear thought:
It feels good to be living in my body tonight.
And then I realized: it’s been over ten years since I’ve even allowed myself to think that way.