I walked to the lake today and it was so windy that I couldn’t breathe and just so, so, gorgeous and gray like it could snow at any minute even though it was probably like sixty five degrees and I was actually cold. Cold. That is a foreign concept to me. I want to live in Antarctica. I want to feel real cold. Maybe I should start with Alaska. I’ve never even seen snow. Except for in a dirty little puddle in a gas station parking lot somewhere in Illinois and it melted before I could touch it.