<p>she Rose At Six And Sliding Uncomfortably Into Her Clothes Stumbled Up To The Diner For A Cup Of Coffee. The Snow Had Filtered Into The Vestibules And Covered The Floor With A Slippery Coating. It Was Intriguing, This Cold, It Crept In Everywhere. Her Breath Was Quite Visible And She Blew Into The Air With A Nave Enjoyment. Seated In The Diner She Stared Out The Window At White Hills And Valleys And Scattered Pines Whose Every Branch Was A Green Platter For A Cold Feast Of Snow.</p>