Breath stood frozen in mid-air, and—still—they came. Sunset marked the end of day, and—still–they came. Blankets bundled over coats and gloves, teeth chattered, bones ached,

When my skin is no longer soft and supple, but textured and my body unadorned by gold, red, green, yellow; my countenance gray and chilled,

Love ROCKS! In the middle of nowhere U.S.A., in a dry gulch, love finds a way. In a sagebrush on a cliff overlooking the dark

I went into the storm. Rain embraced me. Wind dried me. Sunlight warmed me. Moonlight comforted me. Stars waltzed with me. Darkness held me. Birds