“THE SKY IS BREATHING TONIGHT, MACQUOID —— OR PERHAPS I AM BREATHING TONIGHT. CAN YOU HEAR ME? HOW THE CONSTELLATIONS FLICKER, HOW THE EVERGREENS EXHALE IN RELIEF AS YOU PASS THEM BY AND WHISPERING RUMORS INTO EACH OTHER'S BRANCHES.. HOW LIFE HAS NEVER FELT AS EMPTY OR AS SWEET AS THIS.”