on the morning walk we went into the enclosure where the limestone blocks and the rabbits live and where we last saw oleg with his dogs making a humble little fire. i saw a stick of burnt kindling and i thought of our friends. i remember oleg saying something like, who knows? when i said we would see them soon. it was a long time, but when we came in the afternoon to 57th st. beach, there they were. my heart sang, oleg! i said just thought of you, like people often do, and he said something about another friend, saying gluons connect us, and by gluons we may know and find our friends.