i awoke in a strange country, quiet, with little pink clouds. it felt as though yesterday was a dream. there were different birds singing, starlings, redwings, then a slow siren sounding and ending soon, maybe one plane, yes one plane, in the sky where white trails latticed, in the past, when was that, days ago, no trains, but sunday, naturally, day for the rest of creation, the humans mainly stay at home, i heard the earth work.