Do not close your eyes, you will not see the green surf glowing in the dawn like the eyes of a serpent in a rain puddle, a silvering and winter forest wren, a golden spectacled cobra and shivering charcoal mink for the wild spotted leopards, unknown tongues lapping the cove, ungrateful and lazy boats on the pond, mechanical docks and a fat barge full of shoreline ferns and debris from the sunken and lost ships, black and white swans swimming in a half-frozen circle, peppering snow and spitting sleet, people are insane when they are in love with one another, a gulf of perfectly painted flowers on the water.