SoulSpeach     |   home                                                    Plop Creeping over without letting us know. Slowly the air cools and the wind begins to blow. Inside it is cozy safe and warm. But shiver uncontrollably as you get a case of the willies. Outside the clouds gather instead of sailboats and bunnies they are darkness and fear it turns chilly life contained in a drop of percipitation affirms its mission and drops down splattering on the windows and ploping on the pavement of the streets downtown.