with the approach of winter all the little animals gather stuff and proceed into their various suspended states of dark being... asleep, half asleep and in semi-comas... we see the gathering but not the sleeping here going on in the woods and small forests still standing... in the city the pigeons sit lined up on the edges of building like the Grecian chorus, they all look down simultaneously to where the parks are being realigned and cleaned...
up in 'the country' things are even slower... a car running into a tree brings out vast teams of assistant and assistant to the assistant police types... i've seen perhaps five separate vehicles show up at the most benign accident... is this because no one here has enough to do... perhaps some sort of combined rubbernecking that takes an official position... after years and years of city life re-locating into rural America has been strange if fairly uneventful... there isn't really much difference though the participants all act as if there was thereby creating a difference based almost entirely on peoples attitudes and individual stances... one acts like 'country folk' when living in 'the country'... that may entail choices in dress, speech and who gets the occasional evil stare but in actuality amounts to little
