Tonight I read of the blizzard in New York, and see the pictures of sledding and snow. Friday, I saw cormorants sitting in a line, with some on a hierarchy of poles. I watched their black shapes as each one left their perch, and dived. I picture their blackness, even as I image the whiteness of snow in day, and as the full moon brightens it. How rich each of our days and nights, west coast, east coast, and northern hemisphere and south, where spring and fall now exchange!