Starry-eyed

It's February. And this is my state-of-the-nation.

I got these starry lashes in a geared-up Wolseley/Wellington loop walk with a friend.

I was wearing my BIG MEC jacket, the one that is equivalent to wearing my bed out in the world.

It has an enormous, down-filled hood, and I'd cinched it tight for this walk, mostly because Environment Canada had issued an extreme weather warning.

And the only part of me that was cold was my legs, even though I was snowpants. And that was a manageable cold.

When we were nearly finished—by which I mean that we were at his street and my pockets were full of frozen lumps that had once been tissues—my friend said, "You've got extraordinary eyelashes right now."

So I dug my phone out and selfied my eye. MY EYE.

(And then I went home and wrote two poems. Which is an even better outcome.)