We are going to McDowell on Saturday with my wife and daughter from Megha. Movement in the left rows is normal, 120-130, someone rancid, someone hamit, in general, as usual. And then the woman who was sitting quietly before said, “You just look at what beautiful clouds are!” I answer machinewise: “Well, I just have the clouds and look at...". She breathes and answers, “Well, if you want, I’ll lead you, and we can’t look at the clouds together.”