And then there were those things, the other things, the things of the mind, the nothings of the heart, the camera-tilt of the supereye, the threadless machine we once called Industry, that white-lining on the satin that never untangles from its source, that limitless light within a drop of water, the rain pouring down for ten seconds, and the water looking at the sun in macrovision remembering the moon's sudden disappearance in the last four days of summer...

The hills come rolling this time of the year. :)