The overturned liquor bottles, the abandoned beer server, and the metal legs supporting the narrow table must have all been shining brightly last night.
Is it white or black, soft or hard, in sunlight or in shadow, now or a second ago, does it matter or is it an issue? At least, no one is interested in any of that.
I was out of breath as I climbed the hill on the back streets of a residential area, breathing in the unseasonably humid, warm air and choking. I was suddenly reminded that autumn has deepened.