Can you believe I ran nine miles through that garbage wind? When L. and C. and I headed up the hill by the zoo, the wind blowing directly in our faces, about sixteen degrees out, the charm of even my new performance jacket wore a little thin. We stopped talking. But then I got home and took a hot shower that thawed me out, settled into a bowl of ramen and a little writing, O. and K. gone but coming home later, things felt right.