Miami, Florida. [December 2017]
There’s something special about warmth. Especially when the freeze creeps back unexpectedly upon New York City after a few winter-nots. Especially when it’s evaporating from inside the crunch of that oh-so-sinful bite of southern chicken that’s been deep-fried to perfection. Especially when it is coming from the bottom of the glass as the heat radiates throughout the body. Especially when it reminds you that at the end of the day, after all is said and done, we all need our creature comforts to keep us human. We are warm-blooded after all.
“Easy for you to say,” Polly said. “You’ve lived here all your life and stayed under the radar. No one points at you.”
“Sometimes small children point at my butt,” Aunt Rhea said. “But that’s just on account of all the fried chicken.” – Kathy Hepinstall, The Book of Polly