We were asked to change seats. With that I bade farewell to my place near the big window framing the cranes dropping blocks to growing skyscrapers. This also meant unplugging cables, pushing cabinets, and cleaning off what permanence accumulated. The difficulty came as dust won’t go off the dark carpet floor with a plastic broom, as my black chinos with my hands. Only a few days after settling, the wall was being repaired. White specks were flying everywhere as workmen drilled new holes for new nails. They concealed everything again, but the nails still show with their little shadows. Since someone else was beside the window, blinds were pulled down so that sunlight won’t be let in. But I can still see the change in cityscape and weather behind the tough fabric.