Wind Chill

Everybody talks about the weather, but nobody does anything about it. It's an old joke, but it still makes me laugh.

It's breath-suckingly cold outside.

Ordinarily I walk to work. But this morning, I threw my lot in life in with the huddled masses and rode the rocket.

A writer I know once told me that she loved riding public transit because she loved being that close to other people.

Whenever she glanced on a three-seater bench with one person on either end, she'd wedge herself between them. Even if there were other seats available. She said she enjoyed the warmth.

I thought of her this morning when I unexpectedly scored a middle seat. Gratitude and human warmth trump wind chill any day.