by Tomorrow's Man
November 21, 2004
You know, if you find yourself in a hot tub outside in November when it
is 23 degrees and the lake is just beginning to ice up and the
waterfall is shouting a bossa nova death rattle, the sound of a car
door crashing can confuse the greatest of intentions left to the
cooling soil and a lily frozen and dipped in a freshwater prayer by
someone who grasped a graven figurine of a long lost hope that meant
everything to them.