the cold wind circles us with a crisp bite like it were already fall . she was coming home and a drunk driver slammed into her . '' the sound of running water filled his ears . i had not understood that my feelings , even then , were sexual . and thats the statement this sculpture makes . no really , how do you know ? and no , i dont know how hard it is . once hope and i were ready to let go of each other , we both finally made our way into the main house . 