There is a man and his boy kid of about 12 or 13, and they are playing lacrosse, practicing thwroing and catching it looks like, in that little net thing they hold. The kid seems to have quite a stutter. Billy is lisetning to them and a bird is singing beautifully. The cars on Austin street are roaring loudly, a couple of blocks over. The end of the afternoon is amazingly sweet, and the ligh of the setting sun is wam as is the air, mild and lukewarm truly. The light is white and yellow. I have only 4 correspondants left. There was a screening in march when I went wild with nonsense. Some survived. Thanks you god.