Serenity filled the world this morning, ice sparkling like shattered topaz, even the tar patches filling and seaming the cracks in the decrepit streets glimmered like gold in the early sun. Facing east the light was as bright as a theater stage, shadows like black or burgundy velvet, all sounds lost in the dimensions and spatial differentials. I could have danced this morning on the river bank to the sound of the rushing water, and been happy to have been seen as a crazy fool.