The NSA predicts flurries tonight

One, and the snow-capped peaks of the Rockies blended into dull tableaux.

Two, and the steel towering above Yerba Buena Island was mistaken for something else.

Three, and the bellows of the donkeys, the bad asses of Kona, became muffled by the roar of the ocean.

Four, and the howling wind of the frozen north was blocked by brick and mortar.

Five, and the redwoods had nothing to say.

Six, and the Whittier Narrows shook.

Seven was a bad movie.