Every morning, a part of me wishes that I could just pull out my red parka, put it on, and be warm forever. A part of me wants to tough out the cold and just pull on a fleece, partly because I went to school in Maine and partly because parkas don't look very business chic. A part of me is in too much of a rush to take the minute to consider the weather and how I should dress for it. A part of me is just plain lazy when it comes to layering and jackets. But all of me is cold every morning as I trudge into work, thinking of all the other things I could have worn. And all of me dreads leaving the office at night, when a deeper cold and darkness will have settled in.
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