The rattle of a bridge in Manhattan
   just hit the streets of people going to work,
   filled the air,
   danced between the radio waves,
        a  n d
            f lew
        
        p   a  s t  my  w in d  o   w
    
    -fazoom!
I wonder what else is happening...

I'm changing little bits of future as
my feet scrush through cities of orange leaves.
Sunset Woods are out of control!
And nobody seems to mind.
Scrushscrushscrush.

"Tall chap;" began Charles, "about six foot eight.. medium build.. wears a sombrero 'round this time of year.. sometimes reading glasses.. big, massive white fur coat.. only thing bigger than his teeth is his head."
If Charles and Dunk weren't at the time standing on a really snowy mountain, the long gap before Charles' next sentence would probably have been filled with wind noises and a tumbleweed or two.
"So, have you seen him?"
Dunk abruptly interrupted, looking a mite puzzled- "Dude- medium build? 'the Heck?"
"Medium build. You know. It's like a thing that people say."
From down there, Dunk's eyebrow looked rather unconvinced. Charles continued..
"I don't know what it means or anything."
Dunk rolled his eyes and took over Charles' pestering of the old guy.
"Don't pay too much attention to cereal-boy here, he's not exactly searchlight material. Now, we were just wonderOh my God you look like Yul Brenner."
Dunk turned to Charles- "Dude! How much does he look like Yul"
"No he