January 10, 2013

I took my chances with the slushy snowed hill, figuring my cowboy boots were hardy enough, but when I somehow slipped and fell, flying upward (I got some serious air--think hidden trampoline) and all I could see were the triangle tips of my boots against the backdrop of the dark snowing sky, in that suspended moment, I knew five things: 1) my boots are no match for The Hill 2) I am in a dress 3) there is one solitary pedestrian walking up The Hill toward me 4) that pedestrian is male and 5) thank heavens I am in black black (with gray polka dots) tights.