It’s day three of the minus-series.
The garage door has the guts to keep opening so I keep approaching it —
Because — yes — there’s life at fifteen below —
And there’s even —
It starts with deep concentration on the temperature gauge on my dash.
The dive from 65 to 0 — as I leave heated underground parking — takes place in less than two tenths of mile.
And by the time I’ve slid another couple of blocks, I see minus 15 —
Then look to the heavens and cross myself because it’s not my car that’s wrapped around the stop sign at the bottom of the hill.
At the next intersection, I hesitate — just seconds —
Then turn right, because I’d rather die from exposure on the 25-yard-walk from my car to the Dunn Bros front door than get on the 394 without coffee.
After running my stainless steel travel mug under boiling water for several minutes, the front line at Dunns fills it up and I’m outta there and onto the line to get on the ramp —
A 30-minute wait that’s just made for all kinds of life enhancing activities.
I choose behind-the-wheel yoga poses and marvel at how the clouds of exhaust give these morning exercises a make believe quality that cannot be found anywhere else on earth.