But here, on this glorious autumn afternoon, in the middle of the sidewalk, none of this has happened yet.
“But here, on this glorious autumn afternoon, in the middle of the sidewalk, none of this has happened yet. I do not yet know the word for what’s wrong; I have no idea that a diagnosis and successful treatment are winging toward me. All I know is the supersaturated light, the impassive pavement, the sooty boots of passersby.”
