7:45 AM/4:45 PM

I just made a stranger laugh. It happens all the time; I got in at the basement and pushed the button for the fourth floor, my floor. A moment later when the door slid open, without much thought I headed out. At the same moment this woman headed in and then we did the "No, you," - "No, you." dance. Then I realized that it was only the first floor so I told her, "I'm going to four, I just started heading out because the door opened and I assumed it was all about me." She found that to be one of those funny because it's true kind of things, I think.
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In Smoke, by Paul Auster, there's a guy who takes a picture of a building at the same time every day. He keeps an album and explains to people that if you look you can see subtle differences between each picture of each moment of each day. I thought of that when I took a picture of the view from outside my dining room window this morning, and then nine hours later in the evening: