The city idles just as heavenly under the dark-dark of the sky. We thought of contexts of natural phenomena: The quivering of northern lights in your voice; glittering secrets inside the stones, inside the Earth, inside each other. Through the hole in the wall. It is the wind blowing tunes through the rushes. When I fell asleep, I was no longer sure: When you touch me, when our bodies are quite close, we are part of each other. You answered like that.