Our young children are bussed to school and have to cross huge snow drifts; it is a very long ride.
Later we move to ARIZONA into a huge stone house; I wear a yellow silk dress, long with ruffles, and a yellow cap. My neighbor admires me and our move. I see Frank at his desk about to write a novel. Later I see an OLD WOMAN leading our children to safety past a mud slide and a lions in a open cage.