Warehouse type buildings. Some curved sheet metal like the hay bales everywhere, others exuberant crosses between Loyd Wright; 1970's ski resorts; bavarian revelry. Encompassing great volumes of space and resounding at eye contact.

'What is that wonderful smell,' and 'is there a fire?' Pass another plow and realize the smell is earth and dry topsoil brushed into the air.

Antique barn/arcade/car repair center to use the lady's (darn coffee but how else delve into events in Isreal?). Rough wood floors beyond solid and windows left open. Past strange glass and dresses (visualized spinning, cloth clutched to my chest). A thousand lives without a fit, holding atmosphere in a firm diameter.