(observation) Sitting the in the courtyard with her eyebrows arched. Starring into space, her eyes fixed on a thought, an idea, something they can’t quite see over. She’s pulling. Lines in her forehead deepen. Green dress, sleeveless, light brown hair, she is a tree, surrounded by trees, leaves blowing in the breeze, her thought is the wind. I, behind a window. Does she see me? People sink into themselves when they do not know they are being watched, they wear their brain on their face. They become invisible and radiant. They bare their soul.