Today I was at North teaching high school Math. It was a pretty low key day, and I left early to walk home. Tolga could have picked me up, but the school was right next to the bike trail, and a leisurely walk home. It’s cold, but I had on long johns, a scarf, gloves and a hat. Sometimes I forget the cold isn’t that bad if you’re dressed for it. It’s about a mile walk home, and I was looking down the trail remembering my walks through Harlem, or through school downtown when I had no money for the subway. It’s a lot different here. For one, there was only one lonely walker on the trail, besides me. Tolga was coming to meet me, coming from the other direction, we saw each other just as each were coming over the crest of the bridge. I laughed and held my arms open dramatically waving to my long lost husband. He did the same, and we goofily ran to each other in what felt like slow motion through the snow. By the time I got to him my teeth were cold from smiling to the wind.
We have had hard days. Most people have. And then again, these days are blessed as well with all the things in our lives and families. Some days I despair, and everyday I hope to be a little bit stronger.
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