Day 4: March 26, 2021 Friday

It’s 4:45 on Friday, Thursday, Wednesday and Tuesday. There’s something new and definable, an ambulance. The siren whirrs by, drowning out the Tuesday Sparrows for a few seconds. Why does it seem so long in the movement? The rain from Wednesday tints everything, it adds humidity to every day. Today, Friday, someone is moving around directly below. Someone is adjusting something, their footsteps are so close, it sounds like they’ve picked up something heavy and metal, something that just barely scraped a smooth surface as it was lifted. More shifting and rustling, there’s music still from Thursday but, is there an additional Friday melody on top of it? I’m having trouble telling anymore.