[cell post]Received 04/14/2007 11:53 from from echo <chosen_echo [at] yahoo [dot] com>

Door Is Open. Cold Air Creeps Up My Feet

Bright. Sunny. Deceptively Sunny. You might even mistake it for brisk in a certain sense. 33 degrees. Wind chill The Same. SISIA. I give; tired, sore and in bad shape for an eleven o'clock "gathering."