I was in a crowd. Listening to music. I was looking at strangers. And wondering where they go. When they go away. Wind and fog and trees and grass remain. After the people go away. I could go back there next weekend. Stand alone on the grass, under the trees, in the wind and fog. And recall that there had been lots of people around me the previous weekend. And wonder why they all went away. This is a world of many arrivals and departures. I miss so many moments that are gone forever. Gone forever.