8:93) Ginny Little 26-JAN-98 17:42

and my plants droop from neglect until i hear them screaming quietly, water, water, light. and it echoes my own cries in the stronghold of winter. and then it starts snowing big flakes in sheets of white, outlining the black of the trees, the crevaces and i wonder if the squirrels shiver in their nest. i tilt my head upwards, stick out my tongue, feel the freshness of clean white cold air-renewing as well as any spring. the hot water of the jacuzzi bubbles round me, the steam healing air passages, invigorating. my puppy barks at the sky, not knowing snow.