Time travels when you watch good TV. The mind goes with it. I have been to America. Drunk beer in a diner. When she asks me to pause the action to make a cup of tea I think nothing of it although really, it’s an unthinkable miracle. To pause the action. Shadows on the wall. A movement outside the window like someone disturbing the leaves with a ladder. It’s just the wind. For all of this week a dual weather has been unfolding. On the surface, the days look like they are conforming to a golden summer. Yet this wind slices through any hope of relaxing into it.