There's a building down the block that yesterday was swathed in nebulous long cloths that due to sheer surface area billowed in a breeze too weak to disturb dry sidewalk leaves. I wonder what it's like to live in one of those apartments, look out the window and see nothing but white. Same illicit monkeybars I climbed half out of my mind some weeks ago, hanging by one arm seven flights up. I would have played some more on rattling cross-pieces but the noise brought forth a shadow down a narrow hall. It's always harder coming down than ascending and there was a moment sure when I thought...and this is what one must never do when climbing.