Prose written 10th January 2001.
Photograph of A-10 in the snow taken by Theresa Koch.

Blockage in my mind as I ponder yonder verse. Seems as though a cloud cover fills me like a curse. Ominous appearance of fog and nothing more. Fills my head with space not opening knowledges door. Whispers in the wind a distraction to my mind. Takes away from thought, leaving blankness for this time. Pondering of ghosts set in place do peek their heads. Echoes in the hallway curve round about instead. Swirling of the spirit jumps about within my head. Leaving me a daydreamer studying for now seems dead. Grave diggers appearance covers book set upon my desk. Putting my study time down for a long needed rest. Till tomorrow when the sun brings a new beginning then. Will my mind be uncovered the shroud be lifted then. For now there is a blockage in my mind as I ponder yonder verse. Seems as though a cloud cover fills me like a curse. Ominous appearance of fog and nothing more is filling my head with space not opening knowledges door.