Something major happened and nothing wanted to acknowledge it. The birds were acting like all the trees imploded, like there was a great weeping to ignore on the other side of the hill. Everything was going through significant changes. I had my first nightmare about dangling by my umbilical cord from a white sky above a blood ocean. In it, you were asleep or—worse—in a white boat. Later the next day, the cocoons shook like eyes. I taught myself how not to have feelings in my legs.