Despite the cold, I see the distant flutter of future butterflies, first sulphur, then, much later, swallowtail. In a few weeks they will flutter once more. I see wooden colored pencils on my floor. I enjoyed the movie "Wrist-cutters: A Love Story", though its central metaphor will not appeal to all. I love the sound of an early-music clarinet. Rain is coming soon. If I ask for diet coke, they say "is diet Pepsi ok?". If I ask for diet pepsi, they say "is diet coke ok?". I'll ask for diet sasparilla.