Rains slowly fall as I wander into the light of day, stepping across shimmering paving stones, droplets splattering gently on fallen leaves, branches bending a little lower. I hesitate for a moment, a curb stone, slippery, glistening. A dream, a memory, a hallucination. Everything endless. This hesitation, a breath. Everything hiding. A knowing, a being. Anything. I draw upon the compost of this or that, the pen like a magic wand, the words a spell. This embodied hesitation, an imperceptible perception manifests itself through contemplative articulations, a meditation. I step off the curb.