night and wine in the glass near the evening heart beats fast head moves slowly body dozes moderately five windows comes closer each other snowing building scattering winds in the forest blow between these things and me winter sunset mixes night and day it is the sound of dropping water it is from red handkerchief to white carpet it is neither noisy nor calm it is breaking a tree branches it is a comforting peace with the vision wriggling seeds raise clean tops without saying not need words.