winter #1

Teddy and Eri both listened to my show on Monday. Jon guest passed me and Kathy into Equinox so we could all take a mat pilates class. All the fitness instructors were twinks (respectful) with the physique of ballet dancers and zero joy in their voices. There was no Kiehl's body lotion, and there was no sauna. Afterwards, Kathy and I shared the small couch near the army of treadmills, watching the cardio sculpt class through the exercise room's glass walls. The women leapt and lunged their weight from one foot to the other, their facial expressions in various states of disarray. Only the teacher appeared to have any self-control left, gliding through the positions with poise. It was twilight when I walked home afterwards, the sky a luminous pale blue over the snow blanketing McCarren like unevenly-applied wall putty. "Sunshine, love, and music," Larry Graham intoned. I got distracted by the Vietnamese street food tour unfolding on the TV and forgot my Nalgene at the banh mi shop. I want winter to slow down.