Days of endless frigid weather leaves me to wonder how anything can survive. My survival is far removed from the harsh reality of winter. Inside, my warm home contains a refrigerator that must run to keep its contents–my food–cold. Outside, while looking for signs of nourishment and life, I found a clump of green grass half buried in the snow. A few of its blades scratched a pattern around it as they blew in the bitter wind. If I didn’t know better, I’d say it was signaling SOS.
