The snow glows white
on the mountain tonight,
not a footprint to be seen.
A kingdom of isolation and it looks
like I’m the queen.
The wind is howling like this
swirling storm inside.
Couldn’t keep it in, Heaven knows I tried.
Don’t let them in, don’t let them see.
Be the good girl you always have to be.
Conceal don’t feel, don’t let them know.
Well, now they know!
Let it go, let it go!
Can’t hold it back anymore.
Let it go, let it go!
Turn away and slam the door.
I don’t care what they’re going to say.
Let the storm rage on.
The cold never bothered me anywayA shout out to all the little girls who like the movie Frozen (that would be my niece)
Jingees it is cold. The Charles froze over. The ducks meanwhile don't seem to mind their little duck bums getting icy. They sit on the ice in the middle of the river.
A pic of my mate Fa, from Yemen. We are working on a group project about the US State Department not noticing the effects of drone warfare in Yemen. We get to have lectures and eat lunch at the Harvard Business School which has to be seen to be believed. So swank. They have a spa and a sushi chef for god's sake! And an underground tunnel system Churchill would have given up smoking for. It means the precious little business students don't have to ever brave the cold.
I lost my neck somewhere in my neck gaiter.......
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