On the First Time I Saw Jordan

I awoke before everyone else in the apartment. They are on Jordan time. My 6 am is really 8 pm, and their 8 am is indeed 8 am. I started Proust in my Loneliness. Recalcitrant on the couch, I pulled the curtain back and saw Jordan for the first time. There were five visible objects in perfect alignment. First was the ornamental iron screen on our window. Behind that, a tall, narrow, dark green fern. Intersecting the fern ran a parallel power lines covered by a white, sandstone box of a building. And finally, a cloud framed the whole scene, passing slowly, but noticeably from left to right, from the drawn curtain to the outline of a sandstone wall.