Billy Pilgrim

                              Yesterday was my birthday .   Even during my rwiting* session I lost+found myself in a Billy Pilgrim vortex .   I was traveling, out of control, to Amherst, Mass., the Location of the University of Massachusetts .   It was the snow .  It was gentle, as if  were unscented baby powder, or that sugar that bakers use, confectionery sugar I think, the fluffy white dust .   Inside looking out then on Main Street in Amherst, the sky laden with gunmetal gray, the smell of "Ice Melt" before the entrances to the local shops.   Then back        standing         unable and unwilling to move .