February 10, 4:30-5:30 pm
Monroe and Michigan
– 2 degrees
“It’s like a miracle!”
Today is an exuberant exclamation. So cold that this morning my eyelashes freeze waiting for the bus, so does the hair near my breath. Soon, I think, I will ride my bike again and not have to wait for the bus! Aurora and I decide to Hug Thursday afternoon, one of the coldest days this winter. We stand on Michigan Ave and Monroe, just in front of “That’s Our Bag”.
So many fur coats and hats! We take turns pointing them out between our silent pauses. People are exclaiming our presence today, as if we are some magnificent lily on a desert vista. We are a miracle, a wonder, a huzzah. The energy is stunning. Several groups even claim excitement over us, fawn about us, getting their pictures taken and wanting them posted on Facebook. This is fun. We feel popular and positive. Even the manager of “That’s Our Bag” comes out, not to harass us or tell us we can’t be here, but to ask us more about it. We have great conversations and exchange a multitude of smiles and touches.
These affirmations, attentions, and affections is not why we Hug, but it certainly helps to keep us putting our best foot forward. Even as we pack it up, we are infused with a renewed energy and a forward motion. We again talk about Hugging in other cities, the book we want to make, the grants we could apply for. A sweet recognition, indeed it IS like a miracle.