so, I sit on the precipice of a “historic” storm… I can feel it actually, I feel the anxiety of the masses… or is it me, nah, I love storms. Am I mad? or is this a real thing.. we are amped up now… big storm coming… blizzards do happen, in fact I recall a few as a kid.. bad ones, frozen cars in streets for weeks, tunneling to my neighbors yard under the snow banks that one time, I wish I had an Iphone back then to record the crime, yeah… I do recall that. I do not recall the supermarket panic… I see that now, I also never recall being stuck in my house longer than 2 days solid. I DO recall being stuck in the snow as a toddler… I climbed up this impossible slope, it was probably 5 feet tall… stomped my little feet.. and got stuck! I freaked out, I so remember it… crying out like a bear caught in one of those immense traps but I had much smaller feet… I remember the rescue, my boots slipped off my feet as mom picked me straight up, she was much stronger in those days, so I forget, I have the same feeling as little mind all dressed in layers for winter but now in a bind… but no longer in the same bind, how time passes, impossible to describe… because you have to live through it.