HOMEWARD

As you hold the air in both hands, tense and clenched, you can feel the smell of mossy earth clinging to you. No! You will not continue with us anymore - the mouth of the speaker in front of you moves, the words flow into your ears, only sixty-five inches away, but you imagine the backyard, the riverbank, and the quiet murmur of the maple trees, rising some 49 feet and shielding you from the warming rays across the well-tended lawn.