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To the world at large, of course, it was just another day. A different / sort entirely at different places on the great, round, rolling Earth, / but nothing out of the ordinary. It was Tuesday on one side of the Date / Line and Monday on the other. It was so-and-so's wedding anniversary and / so-and-so's birthday and another so-and-so would get out of jail today. / It was warm, it was cool, it was fair, it was cloudy. One looked forward / to the future with confidence, with hope, with uneasiness or with terror / according to one's temperament and one's geographical location and past / history. To most of the human race this was nothing whatever but just / another day.
But to Joe Kenmore it was a most particular day indeed. Here, it was the / gray hour just before sunrise and already there were hints of reddish / colorings in the sky. It was chilly, and somehow the world seemed still / and breathless. To Joe, the feeling of tensity marked this morning off / from all the other mornings of his experience.