![]() ![]() “You’re here!” She looks like she’s going to tip over, first to one side and then the other. “Candice!” Andie shouts happily, picking up the pace. I scan the arrival pick-up area and ask myself for about the tenth time since the plane touched down why I’m here, but then I see my roley poley best friend waddling down the sidewalk outside the airport and I remember I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the entire world than right here on the frozen tundra that is the Northwest, awaiting the birth of my first godchild. ![]() Hair is my business and I am always advertising. ![]() And the purposely careless look to the wavy style takes me over an hour to get just right with the help of copious amounts of product and a flat iron. The ash blond color with natural-looking highlights on top and lowlights underneath is a hard set-up to get perfect, but I’ve done it. The misty clouds really high up in the grey sky look like they’re in the mood to drop some snow on my head, and that’s going to be a problem because I spent a ton of time making sure my hair would be perfect. I’m thinking on the equator, everything is probably more red. It’s a meteorological fact you can look it up. ![]() That’s why the sky in Florida always looks orange. Nostrils never ever crackle in the tropics. I wiggle my nose around and literally feel crackling going on in there. THE AIR IN BOISE, IDAHO is so cold, when I inhale, it freezes my nostril hairs. MacKenzie Fire (Shine not Burn #2) by Elle Casey ![]()
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