"excuse me, excuse me" I bump around the crowd trying to make it to the frozen corn.
They glare back at me - bundled up with violin on my back, duffle bag across my shoulder and food basket filled with fruit, as if thinking to themselves that I must be breaking a law - taking up this much space.
I laugh and think about how much clean air there is in Aspen. If they are that worried about it, why don't they move to where they can have as much of it as they want?
1 comment:
melissa!
why do i think of you so often that you might be a permanent fixture in my brain?!
I think that we should talk via phone about you sending me an invitation asap.
with as much love as a curly haired dog can give:
Emily hope
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