An indigo kiss and orange blush, the blonde stillness of a cat's whiskers, the far-away sweet umbrella pine of Lebanon, breath of a digital forest from space, glassy dew on the spiky grass, Qadisha Valley is full of soft light that bathes the tears on my face, gold hair, a paralyzing sickness drowsy with baby blue footsteps, the underwater aliens and their sulfurous pools of light, the sharp fractals and running lights of the oilers under the black and lapping water, the sparks of cutting torches and waves, how on the frequency towers above you can watch the molasses-like cellular crawl of raindrops on a wire.