Daily story, July 7, 2025

We watched her tip over from the window of our hotel room. She went slowly, the way a building seems to, though she was a small thing. I thought she might fall again, right off the bench. Jane went down while I rang for an ambulance, although I couldn’t tell them much from all the way up there. Once the paramedics arrived and Jane came back up, we shut the curtains. The ice in our drinks had melted.