While you're waiting, you can read about great gray owls in the
latest National Geographic.

At 09:30 AM 1/22/2005, you wrote:
>"About seven this morning, I awoke to a still, closed-in day. Lead-colored
>clouds hung low and the mercury stood at 29 degrees F. The smell of snow was
>in the air when I walked for the morning papers. The sky seemed weighted
>down, pressed low, with a myriad unborn flakes. A few fell slowly, turning
>and drifting down in the hushed, unmoving air." - January 22 (1952?) entry
>in
>Edwin Way Teale's "Circle of the Seasons"
>
>I'm tempted to turn the page to see how it will look tomorrow, but I'll
>wait.
>
>fdp

--Pat

Pat Valdata, Elkton, MD | 
"The natural function of the wing is to soar upwards
and carry that which is heavy up to the place where dwells the race of gods.
More than any other thing that pertains to the body
it partakes of the nature of the divine." --Plato