FOUR SEASONS

MIKE TOPP

It’s the same old story: a man finds himself in a strange country many miles from home. He is taken there at night by a large black pig. While traveling they pass a beach full of crabs that have human faces on their backs. He walks around a little, steps and slips on something clammy, and begins to scream—his face is tense and pale. When he wakes, cedars laugh in the sunlight, oaks beckon, and the birches bend far down and wave. No one gives it a moment’s thought.