Monday, October 8, 2012

Bethany


Seen on the Purple Line to Linden at about 8:30 a.m.
 

Bethany presses Anna to her breast and wraps as much of her coat as she can around her daughter’s little body. Winter’s on its way; its bite is in the air, and Bethany doesn’t want Anna’s cheeks to turn red with its frosty teeth-marks. Winter brings disease as well. She dreads the day when she hears Anna’s first cough, or sniffle, or sneeze.

She wonders if her daughter can handle it. She hopes her daughter is strong enough. Even though Anna was conceived on a snowy night last December—one of the few snowy nights during that unseasonably warm winter—Bethany is not convinced that Anna is a child of the cold. Chicago winters are notoriously cruel, with wet, whipping winds that freeze you down to your marrow. And Anna’s body is so small, her skin is so soft and sweet. Her tiny heart beats so hot in her chest. 

I don't like the cold. I feel like I'm being robbed of a real Autumn. And yes, Felipe/Gena/Meg/everyone else who reads this blog who also reads "Game of Thrones," it DID take me all my strength not to use the phrase "winter is coming."

I've started really studying for the GRE. Math is hard. I feel like someone needs to cue up "Eye of the Tiger" every time I open my "GRE for Dummies" book. I don't know why I linked to "Eye of the Tiger." As if you don't know what that song is. (If you don't know what that song is, I think there may be something horribly wrong with you.)

2 comments:

  1. this version is better
    http://youtu.be/HsyMtYoSkC0
    love meg

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