He woke on his last day with the palpable feeling of being an astronaut at lift-off.
Under an esplanade of leaves all moving at once through the nearly invisible hospital sheers he recognized the slow brilliance, a warmth pulsing in complete command of the sun.
The curtains rose slowly as if the world was breathing life into the room.
the train cars too fast
A blast of long-stored fuel rushing up through a maze of chambers.
A gush of adrenaline flooding the vessels of his brain.
A flock of pigeons flapping wildly whoosh past the window.
to read their graffiti