Dear Old Friend

That Winter Wind rolled through the city like a freight train running off the rails. Everyone is bundled in scarves, hats, and gloves. The children aren’t playing in the streets, and sidewalk cookouts on my block have ceased. I lit my first candle of the season, and made serious additions to my tea supply.

I ducked into this French cafe to avoid the cold and grab a bite before my catering shift. I got the bill and realized I spent $20 on a salad that would have taken me 20 minutes and $10 to prepare. I chalked it up to typical New York City, and didn’t complain. It was nice to sit back and watch that Winter Wind work its magic. Each gust brought another cold soul into the cafe, shaking as they walked through the door.

I finished my lunch, wrapped myself in all my layers, and stepped out to see what that Winter Wind had in store for me. Sure enough, the Wind greeted me, (enthusiastically), and I made my way to work.

I didn’t mind its presence though. The Winter Wind might be harsh, but its welcome company. Without our old friend we wouldn’t have an excuse to huddle together inside cozy nooks desperately seeking warmth. Some people aren’t lucky enough to find shelter from our old friend though. Winter Wind is only kind to those who have a home to escape to.

I encourage you next time you’re sitting with your overpriced food to stop and think of those who can’t hide from our old friend. Winter Wind can’t help its nature.

“Don’t you hear, the winter wind is crying?”

— Claude Michel Schönberg. "Fantine's Death" - Les Misérables