allow_me_to_marvel_at_you crOwl how you answer the phone with such alacrity, drawing the stranger in on a cord of friendship, like a kite string, hand over hand. you hold it. you wait for the choir of winds, and then you sing along, let it go, and watch it rise higher and higher. "look!" i say, pointing. it's so high i see it like a star. strange that this never bothered the birds. 060117 what's it to you? who go blather from