Men sat at a table and talked about wars gone past, and knew about the different infantry troops, and which ones where the toughest, while outside the churches and houses were there, the crickets gone or doing what crickets do in the cold, and the shingles got ready for dew while the ushers sat down in the pew.

Golden rain, and the queens of the afternoons. Old, old streets that are evidence of the past. Photographs in the wind. Ideologies on fire. Horses running and running through barns where a plane goes up and down and up and down and up again over the barns. Silver rings and lots of things, the cats in the courtyard, the tall sickly beings or forgotten plumbs.