Untitled - January 8, 2002 In the heart of winter, the snowflakes fall fast and furious, creating a silent panorama, even as the warmth curls around us. The pure whiteness against the dark night sky is silent even as I am listening for the breaths against the cold air. I remain captivated by the flurry of crystalline tears falling from the heavens... until I realize that they are but a reflection of within.