a different kind of exercise
english class. description pilates!
Winter
It’s the season we all secretly love to hate. We brave humans willingly step out of our toasty houses eager to face the elements, yet we immediately regret the decision less than a second later when the first gust of snow knocks the breath out of us. It’s the kind of cold that leaves you gasping for air because the simple act of breathing feels like a thousand icy needles are piercing your lungs. Whether you’re bundled up or not, the savage winds somehow manage to seep through each layer of clothing, through your pores and under your skin, so that he cold permeates and saturates your insides, congealing the nerves deep within your bones. Before you know it, your extremities have gone numb, your body shivers from the sheer agony of complete sensory deprivation, and all you want for Christmas is a steaming mug of hot cocoa.
Jon
Jonathan is a high school senior, and has been my doubles partner in tennis for ages. I like to call him Jon for short (but he’ll answer to “Jonny-boy” if you’re his mother). Jon is very mature for his seventeen years. He’s cool, quiet, dignified. At six-foot, he easily towers over my short frame. He is extremely agile and moves gracefully despite his height. Only a handful of people have ever seen him break a sweat on the court, and an even smaller number have ever heard him raise his voice. Jon’s most striking features are his eyes. Depending on his mood, his irises vary between hues of cloudy grey and smoky gunmetal. The darker they are, the more dangerous he is on the court.