The stream has frozen over. A flock of migratory birds sits in the wetlands. The birds' bodies are so large They look like people praying... It seems it will snow soon. This is... the scenery outside the window.

After finishing their prayers in the distance The many people flying in Instead of landing immediately Circle around a couple more times... Snowy days are warm. That's just my thought.

When the light in the room goes out The mechanical sound turns back on And the metal plate grows thin. Like our sorrow here. Like a midsummer noon long ago. And this is the outside of the window.