Stone cold waves react to only people persuaded to fall into there, the dark, the only dark for all. Trees resist non-trees, as a daily happenstance. When the water pours the town, we see the taming of our vision. We cannot live alone with shores coming closer closer.
The wind in the word in the trees in the town, and people all around go hand to hand in hand. We saw it coming and we saw it go. Tensions rise over bits of rock. It was a night formed of your typical award show.