It was a frosty morning yesterday as I headed out to grab a coffee. Sometimes light just falls the right way. On mornings like this in November right through the winter, my walks to school never included gloves or mittens. Piles of books and a bag lunch, yes. No, to anything that might echo a kind of weakness. That and the added factor that it was just not cool to be seen with hand coverings. Or as my young female friends might have said back then, ''it's just not sharp." Now if you're thinking that, if the Beatles hadn't 'hit' America they way they did, and if I didn't try to copy the latest 'mod' fashion, and if I didn't have gal pals who worshipped the sweaters the Stones appeared in on Sullivan, and if I didn't listen to late night radio out of NYC to catch the latest music of the British invasion bands, that I might not be suffering these days with cold, white fingers. You might be right. Why didn't I listen to Mom on this one.