December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...

“...is the writer a prophet or priest - does he show the truth or serve the trut…”

“...if it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn'…”

“...some people are incapable of love - they have calloused souls...”

“...those others - they're looking for trends - subjects to catch a spark - but …”