It’s with enthusiasm she scoots to the edge, her legs dangling inches from the pavement. She grabs her cane and prepares her frail bones to lift all four foot ten of herself out of the car; determined to stand on her own out in the wind and snow.
She is driven and unprepared for what lies ahead. Moving her cane to her side, she slams the door and heads inside where people mill amously in and out; from warm to cold and cold to warm.
After parking the car, I find her little frame and head of white waiting patiently for my arrival so we can enter bright lights and warmth in search of a prepackaged idea that only exist in her head.