Lately I've been looking at the bodies around me in terms of what distinctive geological formation they resemble. The large dark woman on the train- an old mountain range. A fair slender girl looked as if she were the great plains. Grandfathers, businessmen- deserts, swamps.

There were a few times this summer I found myself in the woods at night, and I would look up through the branches. I do not know how many layers of stars the human eye is capable of seeing, I could not imagine any more. I only held my breath. One instance maybe a cloud carried the vision away and in another maybe it lasted a few moments longer but each time you were there. Someday I'll have the courage to say what I see.