A slender ribbon of cool air awakened me this morning, as though someone had opened a window, or as though the room were only a dream, and I were asleep on the leaf-carpet of a forest. Late in the day, I did come upon the poignant fragrance of a pair of redwoods. A flock of red-winged blackbirds perched like beads on a wire, chattered without pause. Two red-shafted northern flickers measured my pulse. A small flock of pigeons floated within the blue sky as though breathing in synchrony.