I am unsettled today. Between the pauses in snowfall, briskly three-dimensional and aloof, I sense a strange and perilous lag inside my own skin. Just now, I feel foreign to my space in the world. I am weary of winter and the gray concoctions that inhabit seemingly every second. I find myself longing for more than just the temporal warmth and spring and rebirth of earth and its mavens. The

The years were 1993-1998. I, and a friend, Kevin Smith (neither the DC Talk guy nor the film director), were in a budding young acoustic folk-rock duet back when folk-rock duets were limited to The Indigo Girls (people sometimes called us The Indigo Boys), Simon & Garfunkel (a mighty nice pair to be compared with) and, more than likely a group you’ve never heard of, Big Bam Boo (my secret