With this being my first autumn in Wenwood since a childhood visit in which my mother routinely overdressed me in anticipation of subzero temps, my cute suede waist jacket was an easy mistake to make. Sure, I’d checked the news and watched the weatherman on Channel 6 predict we were in for a seasonably cool and breezy day with plenty of sunshine. I did not realize seasonably cool could mean flirting with the freezing mark and it was only breezy if you were hiding within or beside something that blocked the gusts of biting wind. There was indeed sunshine aplenty, and I was happy to have brought along my sunglasses “just in case,” but there was no warmth to be found in the abundant rays. This all means I stood jaw clenched to prevent teeth chattering, hands jammed in pockets of a coat more fashionable than functional, and knees braced close beside each other to keep my warmth to myself. The wind coming in off the river repeatedly stole my breath as it blew by, and I almost, but not quite, regretted the decision to attend the groundbreaking ceremony.
