sledding

Even a casual reference to the unbelieveable wolfhunt-mumming-sledding sequence in War and Peace makes me want to:

• cry;
• break out the Russian grammar and get cracking on a language I should never have abandoned;
• reread War and Peace;
• give up writing;
• write until I get something a quarter as right as those twenty pages; or
• move somewhere snowy.

I know better than to move under the influence of Tolstoy. The rest is all up in the air. It's fortunate that my books are all in a South Salt Lake storage shed; otherwise, I probably would spend a frustrating few hours on verbs of motion. And I really don't have the time for that.