as i walked by the tree cast in the soft glow of the yellow streetlight i saw a flutter and the tree shook ever so gently with a bird shrieking in a short burst of noise; i told myself that if i could simply use this moment as a place of retreat in times of need there would never be anything terrible and nothing could corrupt that place a memory alone in a world full of walking singularities a cradled secret used as bastion Fortress in times of distress.