Where it rained all weekend.
I zipped my thin grey jacket higher and hoped I wouldn't catch a cold. The morning's temperature was in the low 40s, but the hot coffee in my stomach felt wonderful.
"Betcha glad you didn't ordah the full stack!" my seatmate suggested as I cut into a tower of blueberry pancakes. He wore a flannel shirt. The pancakes were covered with butter. The diner - in downtown Montpelier - was appropriately called Cozy Corner.
Around noon and losing warmth, I ordered another cup of coffee in Burlington. I caught the eye of an impossibly cute hipster. He put down the screen of his laptop, "Want some coffee with your sugar?" he asked with a smile.
He must be a UVM student, I said to myself. Just my type too - brown hair and sweet brown eyes. I bet he writes poetry, I added, letting my mind wander thru all the lovely things we could do together. My eyes narrowed, like a cat's. He didn't look a day over 19. Remembering better, I got up and walked out into the downpour to the thrift store next door. There I found a hunter green beaded tunic - the sartorial equivalent of a lit cigarette.
The sun later rewarded my forbearance by appearing over Lake Champlain.
