It is said that anyone who drinks from his well has the power to see the future.It’s steamy-hot here in New England, the kind of hot I thought I escaped when I left Missouri.She feels that it is a “forgery” and tries to inhibit it.But old habits die hard and the gesture has already become a part of who Agnes is.Literally translated, Trollhättan is Trolls' Hood, and the residents are not to be taken lightly.In the midst of their watery stomping ground is Mímir's Well, owned and operated by Mímir, a Norse deity renowned for his wisdom (and a striking resemblance to Kris Kristofferson).The black iced road glistens, curving this way and that way, down, down, down the mountain, away from the old Albert Hotel, which has opened especially for her.
I chased and caught girls but spent many hours in prayer too.
The snow is falling, the digital seconds flashing, the wipers swiping as a man on the radio sings a twangy country tune, "Goodbye ole paint, I'm a leavin' Cheyenne...," cutting the cold, sleeping silence of this Swedish industrial town.
In the windows of the dark houses, electric candelabra glow, still burning from Christmas nearly three weeks past.
Having a show and a hobby in one’s life isn’t bad — at all — but having those things as the only things is soul-crushing.
No one ever said I could leave that mind-set (though I was preparing to leave it pretty much as soon as I learned it), that I could meet and marvel over people who aren’t like me, that I could broaden my horizons until I couldn’t even see the horizons any more.