A Few Perfect Moments

The Bridge Incident
A few Tuesdays ago, the day started off poorly. Another fight with my advisor of some sort. So it was a relief to have to make the commute to Cambridge to teach class. The class itself ended on a fantastic note, in which the students had paid attention and informed V and me that they had learned a lot this past year. On that teaching ego high, I decided to walk back home instead of taking the bus. The weather was amazing, a spring day that was warm enough to be comfortable in a hoodie sweatshirt only. Being a little hungry, I stopped by Herrell's and ordered a double scoop of banana ice cream. MMMM....delicious. As I walked towards the JFK bridge, I hit every walk light. I was in the walking zone, but when I was on the bridge I had to stop. The sun was setting at it colored the Charles and the building along them golden red. The water was still reflecting the golden images. I looked towards the City of Boston with my ice cream in hand and the stillness was broken. About a dozen (some shirtless) muscular men ran by me. These twenty something Adonises were dyed by the golden sun too, but they were too swift to find any fault. Beautiful.

Shoes
I admit to fulfilling so many stereotypes. I admit that my X chromosomes get the best of me. I admit I like shoes and even better than shoes are shoes on sale. On Sunday, I went to Filene's Basement. And although I am supposed to be saving my money to buy a new bicycle I could not help myself but browse amongst the many racks of discounted designer clothing. In the shoe department, I picked up a pair of teal strappy kitten heel sandals. They made my feet look skinny. When I flipped them over the sticker read an additional 75 percent off. Fantastic.