“A black one-eyed cat -does he dream of summer and having two eyes? A faceless snowman thrives in winter’s starkness. There is frost and winter light. A glass light-catcher radiates color. Passing trains. Flame and smoke rise from a barrel. Fragments of music. Somewhere someone is picking out phrases from Randall Thompson’s ‘Alleluia’. A lot goes on, but not much happens. It is winter. Finally the snowman announces the coming of spring, and the piano plays its closing chords.” —Abbott Meader