081413 #worm Me stands at the window, looking out. Grasses lush with sea-salt soak the moonlight up. The willow-haired girl laughs. Her mom is warm in the kitchen somewhere. All life is leaning on this window sill. Inside air and outside air nip at each other's throats. Cool and cooler, dry and moist. Tiny bells spark invisible night-life songs. You don't have to not forget to breathe, here.