Laughter causing flocks of birds to rise into the air. Turquoise stone a lost heart amongst the million pieces of wet black gravel road. We ran and snatched its lostness and revived its pulse. Laughter wakes flocks of birds, they fly into the air. The harder the laughter, the more birds. The dream of Leah saying I can’t look people in the eyes, I have to just brush my eyes quickly across faces, my eyes briskly touching other eyes like a passing snow flurry. “I haven’t been able to look someone in the eyes for years.” And me listening empathetically, knowing what she meant though it was unspoken: too much love in they eyes, can’t expose it. Can’t look into someone’s eyes because everything will melt down from too much love.