He falls asleep on her chest the best sleep hed ever met nevertheless he dreams of some strangers caress so he awakes and he knows maybe someone else is supposed to meet his hazy anticipating eyes he draws the curtains aside unfolding the first morning light he glances at his disenchanted life restlessness is me, you see its hard to be safe its difficult to be happy its the changing of the seasons he says "I need them" I guess I'm too Scandinavian the relief of spring intoxication of summer rain the clearness of fall how winter makes me reconsider it all restlessness is me, you see its hard to be safe its difficult to be happy and then she awakes reaches for the embrace he decides not to worry about seasons again