We report in the late morning, almost midday: it feels much earlier than proper time tells us it is. At this time of the season, clocks and watches make very little sense to us, as we watch the low sun make a tentative path through the sky. It still feels warm enough.

We report: we keep weights on our feet so we do not float up to the sky. We sometimes take them off at the end of the day - they get to be heavy. Tonight was one such moment, a long lapse of time during which our feet did not touch the ground. We know where we were then.

We report: mid-November, in those few hours when the sun is high in the sky, it is akin to a supernova - a mass of light we always gravitate towards. Summer is still trailing in the back of our mind, like a spot of sunshine on the floor, yet we are already midway through autumn.