With a steaming mug of coffee in hand I watched: the sun fall, the wind shiver, the leaves stand and land roll, the birds swing, yellow beams dance, and people stride in woollen warmers. She plucked a flower in fool bloom, then ambled away with a bamboo basket. The clink of steel whistled through the air, rousing sleep in the grouchy ones saddled with books and a play toy in hand walking in step with a grown man. I walked there once, trying to keep pace clasping a finger as large as my fist. His snores now fall softly, circling the room while I stand by the window, wearing his shoes.