Careful is as thoughtful does, a formula for stoic fuzz; bound to what to rope to ride failures sow the solid glide. Watch closely, an orange sound in the middling distance raises ears and Jekyll to attend kindly to the swaying pine. Up, awake, reassurances counter crashes while wind's wiles scatter wildness across a furtive morning. My is an analogue to olive sheens and the smell of dirt and dust. Pasts crawl into casual minds while formality battles just to grind away the sand that scathed the gears, brittle figures' sticky fears.