Back in 2003 when she had first moved to DC, she often got lost in the city she now calls home. After living in the city for two years, she had become a different person. She had a map of the city and the metro lines in her mind. Along with this ability, she also developed a sense of annoyance. People who stood on the wrong side of the escalator, people who read the map upside down and people who blocked her way on the platform while she was running to catch a metro to get to a meeting were her least favorite people. How easily did she forget that she too had once been one of those who stood on the wrong side and made someone miss their train by blocking their way. But thirteen years of living in the same city that kept welcoming new people was enough of a reminder of who she was when she was just starting.
She had been a resident of DC for thirteen years now. Though she had stopped complaining about the excruciatingly humid summers by now, she still didn’t go running in the evenings like most of her colleagues. Heat and humidity made her sick. The days between mid November and Late January were different though. When the air got a little chilly, she liked to run.
It has been a little more than a month since she started running this year. Things have been a little different for the past few years. She stops for rest frequently. There are days when she spends more time on the benches around the city than she spends running. She had been an athlete in college but her heart is telling a different story now.
You can tell she is no longer the easily annoyed woman she was in 2005. When she sits on those benches to catch her breath, she often makes conversation with tourists. She also volunteers to take their pictures. Today was one of those days. She listened to her heart and decided to sit for a little longer. She was looking across the Tidal Basin, watching the sun set behind Jefferson Memorial. She looked up at the bare branches of the tree that had been full of pink and white flowers this past spring. Because she had not run for long today, her hands were cold; they were almost numb.
Her heart was slowly giving up. Running had always made her feel warm and she had long forgotten that stone cold thing within her. But now that it was asking her to slow down, every bit of her was getting cold and numb.
Yet another year is coming to an end, and as in the past thirteen years my wish for her is still the same. Now that her heart is asking her to slow down, she needs warmth even more. I would hate to see her cold both inside and out. 2017, I cannot ask you to undo what age has done to her, I know you are here to make it worse, but would you be kind to bring some warmth to her?
P.S.: Please note that heat makes her sick, but she would accept warmth.