“The crickets sounded like maybe in the trees. They were pretty loud to be so unsure of themselves.”

“There’s pretty much no way for me to answer that without sounding like an asshole, so maybe you could do me a solid and not make me.”

“For, through the twilight sounds of crickets and sighing trees, a faint, surprising wisp of music came floating to them and all three turned toward it, toward the wood.”

“Some fish were jumping up the beach and into the tree, which struck me as an odd thing for a fish to do, but I tried not to be judgmental about it. I was feeling pretty raw about my own species, and not much inclined to raise a quizzical eyebrow at others. The fish could play about in trees as much as they liked if it gave them pleasure, so long as they didn't try and justify themselves or tell each other it was a malign god who made them play in trees.”

“The sound when we crash is so loud it's almost impossible.”

“Maybe all the trees were God.--A Parchment of Leaves”