I dreamt a hydrant was covered in snow, white light glowing below.

I know that you cannot be here,

I know that you are not mine now.

Looking out the window
At another window
I see toenails changing colours,
Like the leaves of fall.

If you often smile but often don't smile,

Which do you do more often,

Smile or not?

Fotografía por Doisneau.

Música por R.S.