Dark brown suede boots lined with sheepskin fur. A dark blue fleece top. An old black leather Guess brand jacket, black jeans ripped near the left knee. The jeans are a reminder of a recent injury. This is the outfit and it’s not right. It’s not right at all. It’s what she wore somewhere else, where the winter months are cold and hostile. There is sunshine here, plenty of sun, mixed with wind. She walks on the side of the road and people stare. This woman is not local.