A house, a dog, snow

Sometimes it's hard to believe I was living in this little house in the New Hampshire mountains, with this borrowed dog and this snow, less than two years ago. Sometimes it's hard to believe snow exists at all. Jakarta starts to seem like some post-global-
warming dystopia, where the air is unfriendly to the human lung and the ruling class goes around in machines with artificial atmospheres (in this case, taxis and Toyota Kijang SUVs).

I think we need to get out of the city for a couple of days! To someplace that's not an earthquake or a volcano. We're working on an escape plan, actually. There are supposed to be green, quiet places not too far from Jakarta. In the meantime, I guess I'll walk around the local sports park. If you kind of squint at the clumps of trees, they almost look like a forest.

(And lest I over-romanticize, I should point out that my little town in the mountains had a giant paper mill, so the air there was, uh, less than pristine too.)