only as mine was; blown open by light through the windows.
As we exited the neighborhood, the trees end abruptly at the
base of the hill it’s built on. A stream traces the border between the treecovered hillside and the flat, treeless land on the other side. Passing over
the one-lane bridge that spans the stream, we could trace the stream
and the treeline to the left and right. The left and right sides slowly loop
inwards, meeting far ahead, far beyond our field of vision. The treeline
and hillsides thus form a large, relatively circular &