The camera plays your eyes kinder than perfectly clean.
it's hard to want to find focus at all.
So you lay in a field of grass in the Berkeley hills, you brought a blanket and a sandwich.
You read that this field was once full of deer and bear and elk.
And as you lay down and eat your sandwich you try to listen to the place that you are,
except before you got there.
You try to listen to the past,
in a field,
on your back,
you just wish she said yes.
Not for any reason- other than a second opinion,
whether bears can growl mad enough to break through time,
or if the wheat shakes from centuries of dear trouncing through it.
Just a second opinion, something worth valuing.