december 1st, on the way home from florida.
the temperature dropped to 32 F°, i was in summer clothes covered by a coat, with carrying a suitcase.
walking on my tiptoes, 15-minutes walk was like forever.
But my heart was warm, thinking about my snacks and ice cream at home.
I start understanding how john did this for the past two years, rain or shine, to new york .
because, it was a way home.