no poetry to the horse galloping across the frosty plain ? i knew dad had a new house , but this one was three times the size of his last one . it was violet again , but now on the other side of the main room , looking at him from an open doorway . it could have been my headache that grew more potent by the moment , or it could have been the presence of actual colors . now we know who to dance with ! again , i found that i could n't look him right in the eye . 