'Dites, qu'avez-vous vu?'nnwhite blankets blinding the crossing of dead mountains;na basement full of expectant faces;ncity streets and city streets;nthe frozen shores we dive into and the tiny casualties of turning tides;ngreat ennui in a southern town shattered by friends and my brother at hand;na warm welcome home to the frozen north;nand they ask, n'Et puis, et puis encore?'nbut it's just that we dont know.n