December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory... Autor: John Geddes Copy Quote More from John Geddes “...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 …”