A huge blue face looking into my eyes from the sky, passing across my window with a smile stretched across their lips, peaceful and sad as in death, deep black eyes, face sticking out from the twilight clouds, looking into me, looking after me from the sky. Neko Case on the stereo singing as the sky told me it’s all beauty, all life is temporary, dynamic, passing, but it will also come back in another form, and if you’re lucky enough you’ll be there for it.