Où êtes-vous? I ask, where are you? On a warm tranquil beach, azure waves lapping at your feet? Possibly you’re lost in a gaze, entranced by a glittering iron beauty they lovingly call Tour Eiffel? Maybe you’re winding your way through a castle’s labyrinth of corridors searching for that one hidden door–a door surrounded in myth–that leads to a Queen’s jeweled chamber. While you’re there, we’re here wondering how autumn turned so quickly to winter.
Snow, snow…they are calling for snow tomorrow. Où êtes-vous?