The Black Flower.

 
Staying home during a winter storm doesn’t mean I have to stop shooting.

“The dawn that she feared might never come would appear on schedule, just as it always had – and after it another, and another. And yesterday would become last month, then last winter, then last year, then two and five and ten years ago, and one day the people would have to stop and think before they could say how long ago it was .”

Howard Bahr, The Black Flower