And we'd sit in the dry leaves that whispered a little with the slow respiration of our waiting and with the slow breathing of the earth and the windless october$$$ the rank smell of the lantern fouling the brittle air$$$ listening to the dog and the echo

And we'd sit in the dry leaves that whispered a little with the slow respiration of our waiting and with the slow breathing of the earth and the windless october$$$ the rank smell of the lantern fouling the brittle air$$$ listening to the dog and the echo of louis' voice dying away