So there was this person just now walking down Putney Road. It was impossible to tell if this writhing with sudden jerky movements electroshocked vision was male or female. The quality of the voice was a bit gruff, a few ticks up the scale from Bea Arthur or Selma Diamond. In my one room apartment a sliding door to a balcony provides the only fresh air. There is a bit of a view: 1080 high def, somewhere between 3D and 2D. In the view, a little right of center are three birch trees framed by huge slashes of green as if painted by Mark Rothko. I'd take a picture except the camera batteries (and their standbys) need recharging. Oh, wait - dig,dig,dig,dig,dig - Aha! Here's a view out those sliding doors, only just now the predominate color is green.