Sent: 2/4/2002 11:26 PM
New York City was filled with "Winds of Change", as authors sometimes call it, this past Friday. Every air pocket seemed speedily misdirected and confusedly chaotic. Trash cans were being pushed up sidewalks. Leaves littered around me in a twister. Chicago? Winds of change, as Nezerly left to return there - the real windy city. Her life was being swept up in these winds! How were the winds to affect mine? I'm still uncertain. But there is a newness beyond the winds of Friday. There seems a still. Another rest. Silently creeps the dawn. Dew.
