Question 68·Medium·Command of Evidence

“There, beneath the lilac’s shade, the clamor of the street faded to a distant murmur, and I recalled what unhurried silence felt like.”

“Each spring I tally the first sprigs of mint, pleased by their punctuality, and I note their scent lingering on my hands long after I return indoors.”

“The sparrows have grown bold, stealing crumbs from my gloves as I weed, while the streetcars rattle beyond the fence as if to remind me the city is never far away.”

“I keep a small bench painted a cheerful blue, and I often sit on it at dusk to watch the beds darken, though no visitor has ever remarked upon it.”