Winter Garden 12/9/2017
Act V: lie torpid
a winter of discontent
laying on of hands
I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen. John Steinbeck “The Winter of our Discontent”
12/9/2017 It is snowing this hour. I rushed outside to take notice. Imagined the designs of power. A white covering made of water that melts with love and embraces the cold-hearted.