......Your heart wants to hear the car just as it comes around the corner, carrying a lover, someone, or something of importance. It is calling you as it drops it's clutch and spins it's wheels on the pavement. Though you cannot see it is just for you replete with hope, and full of motion. However, without movement it is just stale air. The marvel is not in the scarves themselves, but in You. You hear the bell while it's still; like you hear the car as it comes around the corner, even though it is nowhere to be found, and possibly never was. It is in that power that You have the ability to hear a dead love and stir it. It is that virtue that makes the unmoved bell a sleeping giant, reposed in a sleeping bag behind the shed; and You, the step that wakes it......
