the bells are ringing in the fog this morning and the crows are cawing. there's a feeling i get when i see a rootball and a tree laying down. bong, bong, bong. the sound trailing off into fog. a train coming down the tracks clang clang sheee. a different cawing sound now. the cat settles beside me and i'm called out to the outside. i will show you how. another cawing sound and whooshing tires. i smell the upturned earth, the fog is pulling my feet down.