Snow Patterns
Friday, July 30th, 2010
Climes, they heat me with deceit.
The weather has been hiding secret messages in snow.
Little fortunes so well hidden in the snow.
Just waiting in the snow.
I will meet you at an airport, a local airport.
It’s busy all the time.
With people all in line.
We’ll have to meet at night.
It’s quieter at night.





























































