I sat and listened to the blue, blue sky, the laundry and the pigeons, seagulls, swallows (were they really swallows?).

It is every single tree in my heart, quickly but inevitably stiffening among drops of water and quiet clusters of grass. And that sky; was a crazy day. The mind of the sun. Of all the shining, reflecting, dull. The eyes barely touching the pages. Here the day is already far ahead of me.