My face hums in the warmth of my apartment, the blue crisp of winter losing grip of our afternoon together. I stared at my shadow for 20 blocks outlining the collar and hair of whatever perfection I needed to project for myself for an hour or so. I could only steal glances at the Hudson every hundred feet for fear of losing sight of Riverside emptying out in front of my frozen pace. The river was pretty, the empty park a glory. After 30 minutes my thighs were tingling in the way only possible against frozen denim. I’ve been dealing on and off with a slight vertigo when I walk. Could be the anxiety or maybe I need new lenses. I felt it creep up through my back like wings and seep out my eyes and neck setting me sideways all light and breathless as if the cold air sucked balance out from under me. Battling the diziness with honey and pomegranates.