I have Friend of Pine on, an incense from Shoyeido. I like the name. It does not smell like pine at all. It is daylight in the room and when I close my eyes I can see a diffuse blonde light filling the space in the forest, around the trees. There are pine needles lying neatly on the ground. There is water running. I turn the faucets on a slow stream when it’s cold. Hank called earlier to remind me, and it was very nice to tell him that they were already on. There’s a stream when I close my eyes. The light is coming through the pines.