Today is a day to watch. The sky is cloudless, and filled by the nonchalant tones of a jazz trio that seem to capture the contented ambivalence of a city to its residents, and of its residents to one another. Turtles sunbathe by the pond in mass and ducks tune in and out to wet their wings. Smaller birds (which?) give chase to each other above, while in the distance a jet flies taking whoever to wherever, as if its tonnage of steel had always made up a part of the skyline. The camera pans back to the pond, where the by-passers watch the band play, and where whatever does not play, sits still in peace. It is a good day to be an animal.

I watch the scene for two hours, and see the future glimmer in the water, making promises to be as perfect as the day that conceived it. When the sun shines, every idea seems good and everything seems possible, and it is a time to be savoured, for sunset will not only bring the end to this beautiful sky, but also I imagine the fantasies conjured beneath it.