In a winter ride, one question the protection offered by men: "Every so often there's a lifeguard's chair with lifesaving equipment leaning against it. A chrome lifesaving hook, a red and white lifesaving ring. The equipment seems theatrical among the icicles."

Seeing a disused apple tree behind a chain link fence, I wondered if we are not, as a society, preventing access to food. Scarcity, may not be only about insufficiency.

In our interactions with others, we enter the realm of their humanity, reminds us Wayne Arthurson in The Red Chesterfield. There is a subtle contrast between an apparently organized life within the community and each person standing in front of you. For M, this is true the closer he comes home.

I find myself thinking back to what my mother said to me before I got married: love is an obligation that you fall in love with over time. It's not a feeling so much as a caring, an exploring, a tenderness, respect. Yaneh, I think it applies to individuals as much as it does to marriages.