The fish tank became full with one fish and bubbled over with loose leaves and drying things that seemed to stick to the surface while creating the "creek sound" found from where they drink lonely-like and only look up when it's raining just to make sure. Upstream things became rough as everyone fought for positions and exchanged what the other had in their mouth... but we wound up kissing in the style of dominoes and became sleepy, reclining on a fence that seemed thorny had it not been for the fresh greens. Bitter greens. The first stalk of the year presented finger beans that did not split right - some guessed it was the soil, while others thought it to be the idea itself: the window.