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The sun is not up yet, but soon it will be. The sky is blue, fading to yellow at the horizon with peach clouds.
There is a crescent moon there too, a sliver of a thing, a sickle shape, the back end of the sickle pointing towards the sun
There is a dark cloud of steam from the atomic reactor, starting early, providing electricity for the grid, for the early requirement of power by industry and people. This cloud rises vertically at first, then as it reaches some higher atmospheric layer gets smeared out to the right, makes a long black streak over the landscape. This landscape is just the other side of the valley across from the hospital, a wooded slope covered in large dwelling houses for the well-to-do, those that can afford to live with an own garden and a view.
A large airliner, one of those with four jet engines hung under the wings, passes in front of the moon, turning right to fly on, to the landing approach of Munich Airport.

Another aircraft, a much smaller passes by shortly afterwards, on the same route.
The sun will be up soon now, it is just behind the hill on the other side of the valley. The contrails from the aircraft that have passed there are a bright orange now.
There is the sound of another aircraft overhead.

Sit on the hospital bed in front of the window.
Laptop on the knees.
The sound of a young man breathing heavily in the background.
it is still otherwise, but for the clatter of things being arranged outside by the night nurse.