1980 - "The Snow Fell..."

That night, the snow fell like soot on a open fire, like a million shooting stars across the sky, like droplets of water off a dewy leaf. It was like thousands of feathers from a brokern pillow, each floating by, like sand scattered in the wind, like pollen floating in the spring air; it was more like a cloud inside a plastic bubble, like flakes of dandruff across the sky, like palms swaying in the wind, it seemed like a broken rainbow, scattered in a million parts over the sky. It was wildly as mist on a frosty morning, as clear and vibrant as a bright new sunrise, as fresh as seeds from barley in falls stormy weather, as violently as a punctured ballon to earth, as softly as an ease-dropper listens and as slowly as a catapillaer inches his way into being a butterly. It became as wiley as a windstorm close by, and as calmly as a breeze through which blows through an open window on a spring day.