The sky outside this flouroscent lit room is a wash of bright cobalt blue. The smell of the rain still in the air and leaves whirring on the sidewalks, bright red maple leaves.

Trees undressing for the imminent winter and lovers are kissing underneath the dome that spans from me here to you somewhere there. Trees are a irridisient green. I am glad to be alive now to breath this rain washed air and to watch the sun. So what if I am alone in it like that dripping weeping willow in the yard outside?