The author describes putting various sights, sounds, textures and feelings into an imaginary box. Some items include the crunching of leaves in fall, ripe berry juices, desert sand, crimson sunsets, pure air, and a newly born night sky. The box itself is described as being made of black eclipse rays longing for respect, studded with sun rays, with icicle hinges that cannot break, and corners filled with lost souls longing for acceptance.