Near the wall, towards the light in a basement under a beautiful garden.

Pieces of wood, held as elegant extensions of the hand rather than their interruption. Beautiful proportions in all dimensions, stillness and quiet, amazing beauty... and then there is the snow and the music is here now as well, and it is as if the rain wanted to go right through me and were warm and nourishing, and it is a very happy place into which I want to bury my heart... though too shy to admit it... and the ideas, the images, those... ah... why would I even try to put it into words?... build towers out of feathers? I will now just close my eyes and smile... so very happy... oh, thank you...