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WHEN? The wind moans an eerie song sounding like lost souls from purgatory. Soft gentle snowflakes become bullets of ice trying to bore their way through all exposed skin as they whip along, horizontal to the ground. The cold brings tears, which freeze before they reach the chin, causing eyes to blur, and letting "strong" men cry for their first time. Lights from headlights are reflected back into drivers' eyes, leaving them more blind than normal. And as the storm worsens, more and more busy people hurrying on their way slip, slide, and smash into snow banks, ditches, and each other. As temperatures plummet, those few brave souls who venture into the open learn why Norsemen thought hell a frozen wasteland. Day by day, temperatures drop and snow banks rise. As with all things, someday it will end, and the sun will shine, warmth will return. But for now, listening to the wind sing, I wonder "When?" bob armentrout copyright 2000 _____________________________________________________________________________________ Get more from the Web. FREE MSN Explorer download : http://explorer.msn.com