The tree branch swayed and the poplar leaves danced in the cool mid-afternoon breeze. A naturally backfilled silence waxed and waned as all the natural things were prodded to break out in a song of white noise. Painful randomness, bringing to mind countless incomplete thoughts all vying for the finite attention of a mind already too occupied to care. Swish and sway, it said, swish and sway. And more today than we had in this past. Stress, and an entangled realization that there is no universal scorecard. That true and false are just fragile figments of an over-evolved sense of entitlement and order. Meaning very little when the shadow finally comes to call.