1/14/91 Starting the blood all over again, the sun rises each day just earlier than the day before. The snow softens and sinks, mud sticks to our feet, the day is brighter and longer, war is predicted. The president sends orders around the world, seas and deserts stir. Our snow melts into the creases of the land, rivers rise and flood over their soft banks. We know the end of rivers is a sea, but it is so far its crashing is unheard.