I am checking through images taken in utero, those blood astronauts with shiny black pips for eyes. I am thinking about a tree, I don’t know where it was. But I remember lying on the grass under this tree with my eyes closed, knowing everything above me, the movement of leaves, the sunlight. The space was legible. I knew it with that other, unnamed sense which tells you where things are. A waterfall to my left, some distance away, and on my right, Carmel, sitting.
