she is a yellow lily buried in a floral department bouquet. nobody knows how difficult everything has become. winter is a day in an icy desert, a perpetual frosty nightmare. listen to the chatter of freezing teeth, know that this is a time for fire and fireplaces. understand it is a season to comfort, to be comforted. a day will come when green meets warmth, creating excitement. meanwhile we will comfort ourselves with her beauty she is a yellow lily buried in a floral department bouquet.