Even though I am less like dew on morning windows and even though my hands are usually cold

I lay down, sideways, like a muddy bank, my arms suspended like bridges over your liquid breathing

in this narrow couch, my whole length touching yours, listening as a tree's reflection does with all its waving leaves

to this riverine language.

Observe: this season and its discarding. We may meet in the cusp of spring under a naked willow tree, laughing.

Now I am here, you are there, and these hours how they swim through air like leaves falling. A proverb: observe everything and its obverse.

Perhaps it might be because he has been "homeless", in the psychological sense, for a while that he likes looking at designs of houses (and homes when those they are meant for live in them) in expensive architecture books. And by looking, he sees his notions of a house (and a home) coalescing around certain features and themes. First, it should be by a sea or a body of water. Second, it should be built out of earth, wood, and stone. Third, the walls should be pierced with pieces of colored glass so that the room resembles a kaleidoscope. Four, there has be a courtyard the middle of the house with a fish pond, perhaps, filled with koi. Five, it should be unusual in shape, i.e., curvy and non-linear. Six, the highest point of the house (he is assuming it is on many levels, perhaps on a hillside) should have a circular library. Which will also have a bed or a hammock. There must be niches for junk collected from sea - and more generally guest-objects from the outside world, such as bottles, shells, driftwood, coral etc. There must be a tall stand of trees close by. Some of these should be beeches and elms. One of the windows should open to a balcony which is at the same level as a ginko in autumn. There must be a table, which is a sawed-through section of a great tree, planed and glossed, so that with food, a conciousness of time can also be eaten. There should be a sandbox too, somewhere in a garden of wildflowers and grasses. This is for both children and himself. There should be a door that doesn't open. And a large brass bell that is rung to summon him, or just because.

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Some houses you many consider looking at: Bruce Goff's "Ford House" Mickey Muennig's Big Sur Houses Laurie Baker's "Hamlet" Geoffrey Bawa's "Bawa House"