It's Been So Long Since It's Been Here

I went outside this morning wearing wedge sandals, a skirt, a tank top and a jean jacket. I did not have my umbrella with me. I was not squinting into a fine mist, but rather into the sun. The early morning air swirled around my calves, and I was at peace with the world once more.

Then, I got on the train. Which is great, but the air conditioning wasn't on. Nor was the fan. I guess I should be grateful that the heat wasn't on like it sometimes is in the commuter rail in the summer, but it was unpleasant. I felt a trickle of sweat run down my thigh. Not sexy. My blow-dried hair got all curly and sweaty. If I wanted to do yoga in a heated room, I'd take a class. I would not contort myself into a pretzel to hold the bar, my coffee, my lunch and my iPod while trying to balance on heeled shoes.

But, MBTA, soon I shall not need your services in the morning. I will live close enough to work to walk there, my calves enjoying an extra twenty minutes of cardio (one way!) daily, and the fresh air. Sure, I'll still need you when I visit Brookline or Cambridge, but I won't have the daily frustration of cramming onto a train and sweating like I just did half an hour on the stairmaster. Do your worst now. Soon, I'll be gone.