Each night since the moon passed full she has awakened just before dawn from a dream which she ponders then forgets in the stillness when even the insects sleep. The dream gone she feels the trees close around the house and hears the breath of her husband. She is comforted to be embodied again lying naked on clean sheets. Suddenly she is praying. She remembers what she wants her life now half gone and so little done but she prays only “please help me” over and over as all around her trees sway in the long voice of wind. The moon is dark orange when her prayer finishes like an offering or something fallen from the sky. She is standing in the empty road facing east her urgency fading in the light.