It’s 4:45 on Saturday, Friday, Thursday, Wednesday and Tuesday. The siren from Friday steals the scene and I can’t tell what Saturday and what are the other days. The rain is Wednesday, I know that. The further away from the Wednesday rain I get, the less present it becomes. The birds are Tuesday, but is there a new bird today? A few minutes in and I hear a new sound, something identifiable Saturday – an engine revs and stutters, that’s new.