“When the light comes through the redwoods...“
When the light comes through the redwoods it does it in fits and shards and then in thin pieces in the same way it would in our south facing window on Arch Street and light all the hairs you'd left down the hallway.

The light comes in fits and shards here in the Redwoods.

Our apt on 2nd Street
The light from the south window
Lights the . of your hair

I'm going to marry you underneath driftwood I collected in Crescent City and built into an arch. In the shadow of the redwoods