If you gaze, focused, breathing with restraint, you may see a hilltop shift to a more comfortable position. You may catch shadows bending to retrieve fruits blown too early from their arms. The place you come back to, a field with space enough to float dreams, will surprise you. At dusk it crowds up with birches, discussing weather.
Several streams reroute overnight.
You plant your feet down between whispering maples, praying no sharp wind will blow this over.