The Warmth of the Daytime Seemed Like a Dream Now.
Cloudkicker
05:29
A Weather Front Was Stalled out in the Pacific--Like a Lonely Person, Lost in Thought, Oblivious of Time.
Cloudkicker
16:23
He Would Be Riding on the Subway or Writing Formulas on the Blackboard or Having a Meal or (As Now) Sitting and Talking to Someone Across a Table, and It Would Envelop Him Like a Soundless Tsunami.