finished the book the ghost of an innocent man on innocents in prison and i felt such relief he got out in the end and my mind released from prison too and i gladly began the hidden life of trees with a deep breath and sigh so welcome after the prison of the mind we make we make freedom too. thought again about all the isolated trees, lonely, stunted, like people, yet more stuck in place. how lovely to have a steward who understands and works with his forest lovingly. imagine a mayor like that. how the young would thrive. 
anyway, i'm grateful. last night was quiet. k. said you know why, it's because he talked to someone on my street. who am i to say. the silence was like water, and real, no guns, no sirens, just the sounds of my heart and pages turning.