Did you notice the pink? Ah but how could you not. Yes. This is still Heidi's blog, but it has changed to meet the demands of the public. This is SPECIAL FOR SPARROW!!! HI SPARROW! Do you like the PINK PINK PINK? Three year olds can't necessarily read words, but they can read pink. For the rest, it won't last long. I just had to try to win the little girl's heart so that when she see's me at Christmas she thinks pink and she just loves loves loves me. I don't know if the princess in pink is a good book. I'm not promoting it, I'm just including it because it's got a tiara on it. Remember, Sparrow can't read words, just pink. Now for the rest of my readers . . . The crunch of snow underneath my feet transported me to another place. You know those moments when your mind goes somewhere and you think of weird things? While I walked home from dinner all the ice and snow in the moonlight made me think of Russia. And I thought, "I could be anywhere right now." Let me explain. Sometimes I wish to be other places, but when i get to that place, it feels normal even though I expected it to FEEL different. So based on how I felt and the atmosphere of cold and dark that the weather and elements had created, that feeling could have been me in Russia, Alaska, Calgary, Spokane . . . could have been anywhere. I don't know. Maybe I'm the only one who travels to different places and imagines that I would have a different sensation inside as a result of the changes outside. And then I think that right now someone might be crunching on the snow as they walk to ESL school in China and they might be thinking "Weird. It feels the same here as . . . " and we're both thinking the same thing. And then the world just got a little bit smaller because we're all people and we all feel the same way in snow. It crunches under our feet and the weather it takes to get it there makes us cold. And we all shiver. And we all wear bigger jackets and hunch down. And every breath turns frosty white and if we were little kids, we would be pretending we were smoking.
Anyway. I've inserted some pictures of Russia for old time's sake and to show the cold. Cold is cold. Here or there.. I'm working on a web site right now and I had to go through pictures of someone's trip to Russia. Maybe that's why I was transported across the continents tonight when I walked home. I heard you all had a blizzard. I miss you tonight. Oh FICOM. Oh life in the ford.

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