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HUMBOLDT COUNTY JAIL, EUREKA ,CA 2nd September 2020 +25 C*

The late afternoon sun shone a few blazing rays through the bars on the Fieldmarshalls window.The bars patterned the rays into striped sections of alternating light and shadow on the cellroom floor. Tiny specks of dust flying on the air glinted like tiny sparks as they drifted into the lightstreams. The fieldmarshall lay on his bed and watched a dust speck travel all the way from the shadows at the edge of the window and into the first band of light rays.He had watched hundreds of these miniscule fragments soaring slowly across the lights by now.

Slowly it traversed the illuminated section before drifting into the dark obscurity of shadow bordering it. He kept on staring intently into the pattern of light and shadow. In a few minutes no the speck would reemerge in the next band of sunrays in the pattern, once again flashing like a spark. After a long pause he had to concede the fact: This time the spark dropped out of the patern before reentering the light. He sighed.

It would seem that not all that went into the shadow of the window bars came out into the light again.

He sighed. Passing the time was a real problem now that he had an infinite amount of it.

Another speck drifted into the light. He sat up and started watching anew. This one would make it. It had to.