The branches of the trees brushed

beginning: beginning again: beginning yet again: here we go, into the blue morning

in this country I started at $8 a month

one winter afternoon of thunder and snow

he felt as if he had swallowed a bolt of lightening

and now you saw the tempestuous sky brighten as the moon sailed out of the clouds

moonlight falling through the treetops

uninhibited wonder

Toronto was still a little town called York

cheerfulness, as they say, would keep breaking in

sometimes lying awake at night, I want to bite trees

yes, someone was burning tree stumps.