Unknown, The leaves here are absolutely brilliant. Trees use these to collect their food! It's like a drug, the brilliance of these leaves. You know that, You all-knower. You know everything of the world's fecundity, but act so natural. A lawnmower buzzes, and helicopters—Acer seeds—fly upward past my window. I am back in my childhood's dream of adulthood. Boston: its tightly-wrapped mild antiquity, what passes for America's antiquity.

It's like a dog, unreasonably eager to great you.