This morning, I laid on a mat in the living room, the coolest place in my home where air circulates through windows of a curved wall and open doors from three cardinal directions. At first, glancing out the farthest window, I was fooled by the deep blue of an American sky. Only when my eyes focused through sheer fabric and a metal grate, did I realize that the building next door was painted the perfect shade of sky.
I closed my eyes and opened them again to renew the illusion. Closed. Open. Closed. Open. I will lie here and fool myself whenever I miss the blue skies of before.
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