Five Sunflowers

 

This year summer stretched lazily well into autumn, before ending rather abruptly. So, I guess this sort of thing was inevitable. I was shopping and happened to notice a young woman who’d dressed for several degrees more than we were getting that day. He clothes were very fashionable. She wore denim jeans that covered her from waist to ankle – in the back. But in front they were carefully shredded from her panty line to her feet. Her tiny T-shirt left a gap for her muffin top, and there was an oval cutout over each shoulder. She was freezing – blue lips, chattering teeth, stamping feet, the whole deal. I wanted so badly to say: if you want clothes to keep you warm, they should probably cover more of you than your underwear does. I think that’s why those shirts are called “cold shoulders.” It’s like a little clue. I didn’t tell her. She’ll figure it out. Eventually.