So while I work in Manhattan, we live just outside the city in one of these train-connected, expensively pleasant, towns. Go a bit further out and you’ll hit these remarkably affluent, manicured, if a bit spooky areas where all the kids play lacrosse or field hockey, the women wear lululemon, and the guys drive audis.
In that setting, I once was picking up lunch for the family at the deli in said area when a girl walked in, 20 or 21, wearing an ivy league sweatshirt and athletic shorts, hair in a pony tail… and it was one of those moments where I was just floored by the effortless beauty she exuded - tan, athletic, confident… it was though she conjured up a whole picture of a lifestyle in 5 seconds, like some kind of Ralph Lauren advert.
Long story short, I saw this pic and I remembered seeing that girl - and the whole impression just kind of flashed back in some kind of Proustian rush.
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