For Evamy, a Leighton Studio

The studio sits in a small clearing of spruce and pine forest and faces a gently sloping ridge a few metres to the south. Not having much look (I meant luck) at my keyboard, I went outside and climbed the ridge to a larger clearing at the top. Someone had fiddled with the rocks, laying them out into letters and other media events, which I didn't bother to read. They meant about much as I did. Back at the keyboard, I put a bride and a mountain together, a highway and a suburban park. My teacup was empty but my window full.