it could be what the sailor said, namely: the trees have a deference that the sea never offers. one could write that down, thinking of a place where actions resume perfect strictness, and wonder, finally, what energy arises with the sun? the testing becomes prosaic so often, why bother addressing that? here's the situation, simple as flight. a smack of amazement because a squirrel fell 40 feet to land on pavement, land with the suddenness of a moment by itself, and then this strange visionary scampers away, no earth gravity too mighty for the moment of that landing, that crash of real earth. not to answer everything that way, just a tide of amazement because music has timely friends, and they all, like this squirrel, melt along. there was something, you see, about that squirrel's fall from that oak's branch, an impression of a squirrel's time.