Today I walked home with my head down for most of the walk. This morning I was heckled a few times (followed for a half block, “hey pretty lady” and the like yelled after me – really, I’m pretty, but not that pretty, and I don’t think I’ve got any come-hither-thing happening when I’m bundled up in wool coat and scarf and hat) and this evening I was heckled again a couple blocks into my walk home so I tucked my head down. When I was a block from home I finally looked up and realized I’d missed The Sunset Happening. Icy blues and oranges and pinks and reds and a mostly clear sky. Awwwww.
Note: Heckling, to me, isn’t the same as requests, soft loud obnoxious however, for food/money/etc. Heckling is when someone’s trying to harrass me into responding or engaging.
