last night, as i came through the front gates, amidst the softly falling snow, i turned towards the front lawn, extended my chest to the skies, and fell backwards down through the powdery snow. several cars went by as i laid down for a few minutes, breathing in and out and seeing my breath. as the coldness seeped in, i moved my arms and my legs, the workings of an angel's image carved by limbs into the canvas of snow. because now...now, the rains return.