*A quonset hut in the distance with shimmering (from heat) curves.
*Granaries: pristine white, clustered cylinders, like giant cigarette filters.
*Scene: I am sitting in the backyard swing, knitted balaclava on head, tea mug on the bridge to cool. Cigar between fingers. DST warming my cheek. In front of me is the lattice with brown vines of last year entwined through it. When the tea is Baby Bear temp I slurp--no need to hold back on the sound here outside. "I've copied the crossword." But I remain outside in the sun.