by Rene J. Navarro Snow is falling in transparent sheets across the garden of lilacs into the woods beyond. The dragon is out there, his tail whipping the wind in gustsalong the rhododendron path. He has been out since dawn, tasting the melting snow on his tongue. He hearsthe elegant  explosionof a flake vaporisingin an instant: it recallsother quiet revelations of the quotidian.  … Flute music rising…