(for Christine Anderson) br br Anyway I dream of snowflakes flying br like cotton-balls in the tropical air, br of streets carpeted overnight with fallen snow br as if fields with hailstones in the monsoon, br and of people warm enough in furry jackets br with orange-blue umbrellas held on top br to stop snowflakes melting on their heads br like those folks somewhat dry in rain-coats br with tin-grey umbrellas carried overhead br to stop their hair getting soaked in the rain.