The snow is sparse enough that I can make out individual flakes as they catch a ride down on the wind. Zigging, zagging, floating, dropping, resting…
It’s cold…not just temperature-wise, but more of a sobering chill hangs in my office. A gray sweater that rests more like a film than an actual source of protection from the chilly elements outside and inside me.
Might this have been what it was like to film the Hoth scenes for “The Empire Strikes Back”?…arriving to a cold set, with a numb face and crystallized eyes, snot seeping from my ugly face?
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