hardly strictly, to and from

 the hill neighbors we met trading us whiskey for muddled pears, Derek cutting excellent cheese squares and handing them up to me without pause, tipping him and i over while trying to turn the scooter on the slope, us covered in eucalyptus leaf litter. "your perfume smells like cowgirl".  all the dogs in the women's bathroom. patti smith, she was way way over there.