little me

it was quite an acrobatic feat to keep my eyes focused on her as i was shuffled among the chaos of photographers and reporters. there she stood in her luxurious wool coat and the huge diamond ring that caught the eye as she buttoned herself up again the cold. and when she spoke...power, passion, intelligence. in all her glory, there i squatted in front of the podium. numb toes, frozen snot, wind-tangled hair, purple lips and halfway to being frostbitten. what a contrast - hillary clinton and me.