The most important thing I think I could write about right now is that I was walking on the street and I heard the wind singing softly and sweetly in that indescribable space between the trees that is made of something, which, if I knew what it was, may or may not put my mind at ease… I imagine it would be just another thing, and I wonder if knowing its name or shape or way would be nearly as dazzling as the sound that those green ambassadors of love sometimes bring, that special something...