He tastes the floor that he fell on as he ungracefully leaps into a door. Fish race against the current like leaves against the wind. Birds come back like kids from summer vacation. Finally, the water stops gliding and scarcely begins to turn around before it hits the waterfall. Turtles peeking up out of the water like German spies.
Cars talk to one another, and the wind whistles like a person, and restaurants cook food for people.
The trains deliver packages like postmen while stores open their mouths for people to come in. One house wakes up and opens its windows like eyes. The smell of burning leaves comes to her. She can see all of our town from her perch high in the tree. She can feel the sharp, crisp wind blowing her tangled hair.