the warm air was sweet with the scent of the river and the green marshes, and i could hear the cry of the birds who always gathered in teh vicinity of the river.  i liked it, and my heart was tripping, and i too felt that sadness again, as i’d felt it with her.  it was light yet terrible.  it made for a kind of drifting and amazement at the smallest and most trivial things….as i woke up my eyes were so weary and tears broke up