There were the high top shoes and the tricked out hat, but under all that jazz was a girl who was cooler than all of that. Inside of her was a flame that burned hotter than hot. She forgot more about fire than most ever got. How is it possible to be cooler than cool? She was the leader of the crew. She was fierce. She was true.

The laws of physics don’t apply when she’s near. Her dark sunglasses were mirrored, but when you looked her in the eye they were clear. No reflection, just a collection of her calm vibes focused. They make you feel like you are the only other person in the universe. She inhales and you find yourself mirroring in sync. She knows you’re thinking about your breath now and you know she knows. She nods, giving you that cool gift of acceptance. You are in the club now, once again cool like the day you were born.

Breathe it in.