She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

its good

Worse Lift

Rain, starting

Slug

...

2 (actually index). two is company

the site i am dreaming

IWGD

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

i really havent

it is hopeful

not so on: yvf(wthw)