I hope nobody will come after me after what I did this afternoon. You see, after a cup of blueberry coffee and two sliced of cinnamon toasts, two chapters of new book I started early this morning, I decided to go out running on the beach.
I've noticed the serious runners continue to run on the sidewalks in this weather. I love running and I want to run until I turn 90, godwilling, so I've made up my mind to be more cautious. I'd rather spend bored-to-death-one-hour-on-a-e treadmill than getting my ankles twisted on the wet sidewalks.
Since the temp jumped off the cliff to 20's since the end of November, I stopped running outside. But, the more I thought about it the more I wanted to give it a try. Why not the beach? No slippery sidewalks. Probably colder, and a little windy, but this is winter. I'll add another layer of fleece shirt.
I set out at noon. I was surprised how beautiful and calm the beach was in the winter. The serenity I experienced while I ran set it apart from any seasons of the year. I almost cried as I ran. I missed the raw feeling I had when my feet hit the wet sand. I missed the sound of my breathing as I inhaled slowly in five counts and let it out in seven counts.
The waning curve of the beach stretched ahead of me. Just a distant sky, the waves, the deserted beach and me. I ran all the way until the end of the beach and turned around ran back to where I started. I walked back to the sidewalk, crossed the street and climbed up a foot thick snow slope. The snow wasn't as soft as they fell yesterday, but my feet sunk into the white clean snow.
I heard the children voices, the girls laughter and then I saw five girls were building a snow man. They completed the bottom part, but the snowman's head kept fell apart everytime they got to the final touch.
No wonder the man's head fell apart, it wasn't compact.
"Why don't you girls build a snowwoman?"
They turned and looked at me with the expressions, is this woman crazy?
They looked at each other and the girl in purple jacket said, "Nobody makes snowwoman."
"Why not? There is no rule saying we cannot build a snowwoman."
They looked at each other unsured what to say next.
"Want me to show you?"
The girl in pink jacket, pink scarf and pink hat turned to look at the black SUV park across the street. I followed her gaze. A plump young girl holding a dunkin donut coffee and on the cell phone sat in a driver seat was watching us, or watching me. I waved at her and she waved back, but she didn't make an effort to move.
"So you girls ready? Lets get more snow."
"What do we do to build a snowwoman?"
"We do the same thing when we make snowman, only we make her slimmer."
"You mean she's not fat?"
"That's the goal. Healthy snowwoman."
The girl in pink jacket clasped both of her hands. "I like that."
For the next half an hour between their gigglings and teasings to each other we built a solid foundation of hips and waistline.
When we got to the chest part, one of the girls said, "Let's make her boobs big." She giggled and the rest ot them practically agreed with her.
"Excuse me, how old you? All of you?"
"We are seven."
"And you call breasts boobs?"
"The grown up say boobs, why can't we?"
"Ohhh..... I didn't say you cannot say boobs, but I was wondering. But one more question, why do you want to make her boobs big?"
"Boys like girls with big boobs."
I gasped and slapped my gloved hand to my forehead. "What am I thinking?"
They laughed hysterically.
"But, when boys talk to you don't you want them to look at your face instead of at your boobs?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, lets say I am a boy, and I am talking to you. Where am I looking at, right now?"
"You are looking at my face."
"If you had a big boobs, and I were a boy, I wouldn't be looking at your face, I would be staring at your boobs. I wasn't listening to what you were saying. And I didn't care how smart the words that came out from your mouth because I were busy staring at your big boobs."
There were silence for a while before the words sunk in. And..............
"Let's make our snowwoman with small boobs."
We finished our snowwoman sculptured with balance body proportion. I lent my black wool hat for our snowwoman.
Then I noticed five tubes. Three reds and green, and blue.
"Whose tube are those? May I try it?"
"Take mine." The girl in blue/black jacket ran to the biggest red tube and dragged it to me.
"Thank you."
I went to the highest slope, got myself comfortable and whoosheed down.
The other three girls followed behind me. On the third slide, they stayed behind, when I dragged the tube, five of them started to throw the snowballs at me.
"Aaahhhh, you gang up on me." I put down the tube, made the snowballs as fast as I could and hurled back at them. Of course five hands was much better than two hands.
I had no idea what were they up to, but I was sure how much could I take them. As I was trying to hide my face and balled the snow, the biggest snowball the size of my two fists, flew and hit left side of my face.
"You girls are going to get this."
Three more hits my shoulder and head. I staggerred and fell flat on my face. They laughed.
"We got you lady."
I didn't move. The laughter stopped.
"ohmigod, is she hurt?"
The panic voices and footsteps running toward me.
I kept still when five of them hovered over me.
"Lady, lady, are you okay?" I felt the small hands shook my shoulder. Another hand shook my legs.
When I was sure all of them knelt down around me, I turned around and quickly grabbed the snow and threw at them at close range.
My tricked caught them by surprised. They squeled and laughed.
"You tricked us lady, it's not fair."
"Life is not fair, get used to it." I threw the biggest snow ball I could make at her. She ducked but it caught her right shoulder.
She ran to my side and said, "I would like to be on your side."
"My side, your side, her side, doesn't matter."
For the next 30 minutes we rolled in the snow and chased each other with snowballs until I started to shiver because some of the snow got inside my jacket when I was lying on the snow.
I told them I had a wonderful time and thanking them for letting me played with them. They thanked me for the snowwoman. I took back my wool hat and walked home with a huge smile spread on my face.
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