Walk in the Cold

I came home from work and Luther wondered if I wanted to walk over to Midtown Global Market, have a Manny's torta and do a little shopping while he went to a meeting with some bikers regarding crime on the Midtown Greenway. On a summer's evening, there is nothing more pleasant than an activity of this nature. But it's November -- it's dark out, and the temperature is about 20 degrees F. with a stiff breeze. I said I would love to and went to pull out my old silk longjohns. The walk was brisk, the weather was bracing, and, when we got there, the jalapenos in Manny's tortas made a fire in our tummies and brought tears to our eyes.