Dear Wigleaf,

Do people see a measured pace of hours and days? When it rains for them has it always done?

When I saw the sun this morning it was if the world were set anew.

Rain had o'er-brimm'd my reveries, the goose guarded, carp kissed dam-lip of my dreams. Water had entered my shoes. Oh my feet, the didymo.

The Ailanthus is still with joy. Still with joy! she says. Green and blue and green! The Ailanthus is o'er it no longer—she's into it.

When I saw the sun this morning it was if the world were set anew.

I'm going to go and pet a cat, dusty-hot and rolling.