Answer All The Questions That I'm Too

Prayer Or Not, I Want To Believe That, Despite All Evidence To The Contrary, It Is Possible For Anyone To Find That One Special Person. That Person To Spend Christmas With Or Grow Old With Or Just To Take A Nice Silly Walk In Central Park With. Somebody Who Wouldn't Judge Another For The Prepositions They Dangle, Or Their Run-on Sentences, And Who In Turn Wouldn't Be Judged For The Snobbery Of Their Language Etymology Inclinations.

I Love Snow For The Same Reason I Love Christmas: It Brings People Together While Time Stands Still. Cozy Couples Lazily Meandered The Streets And Children Trudged Sleds And Chased Snowballs. No One Seemed To Be In A Rush To Experience Anything Other Than The Glory Of The Day, With Each Other, Whenever And However It Happened.

It's A Total Lie To Say There's Only One Person You're Going To Be With For The Rest Of Your Life. If You're Lucky - And If You Try Really Hard - There Will Always Be More Than One.

Usually My Characters, Though Young, Tend To Be Street-wise.

Wow. I Feel Like In This Riot Of People, I Have Been Kicked In The Stomach, But By The Giddy Police. Forget About The Need For Oxygen. My Mouth Wants To Go Back To The Place It Just Left.