Dress Code

[Written by a jogger who turned up the wrong street]
My first feeling was embarrassed sheepishness. It’s not like I was unaware of the neighborhood’s demographic, and in her eyes I was practically naked. It was disrespectful, probably, for me to prance, flushed and happy, along this avenue of Hasidim with my navel showing. I wouldn’t have dreamed of baring even my ankles in parts of Jerusalem.