Every evening I roller blade by the ocean in Santa Monica. Forever and ever sunset is a time when humans congregate to gaze together in one direction. There is one young woman who lives on the beach and does not participate in gazing at the sun as it slips into the sea, but who lies on her stomach in the grass and speaks to the birds. They gather around her softly and coo to her. I watch her with awe, as not one of us can ever know truly where another is coming from or where her happiness lies or how deep her sorrow runs or what her needs and wants and dreams may be, but this image conjures marvel in me.