94. A Girl with Two Problems
July 2, 2008
I was just getting some ice cubes. When I opened the freezer, I expected to see the usual frozen peas, hamburger, and gallon of vanilla ice cream. I expected to feel cold air on my face, and perhaps see a tendril or two of misty vapor. I definitely didn’t expect to see a sunny, peaceful village. I didn’t expect tiny people sitting in cafés and bicycling down cobblestone roads. I didn’t expect the freezer’s walls and ceiling to be gone, replaced with faraway, hazy, hilly horizons and quaint, tree-lined boulevards. And I was not the least bit prepared to see a tiny, colorful street busker juggle miniscule red balls while a one-inch-high child held a balloon and clapped in glee. Why would I expect to see street performance and gleaming storefronts where I usually saw my big bag of frozen potstickers?
I didn’t expect those things, but they’re what was there. Read the rest of this entry »
