The world insists on its own solidity, but I knew better. I had seen the scaffolding once before. It happened two weeks ago, under the brilliant, open expanse of the afternoon sky. I was out in the yard while the sun was high, the hose in my hand sending arcs of water spinning up into the bright air. Watering the stars, I called it, treating the daylight sky as the vast cosmic canvas it truly is. In that ordinary moment, the veil simply evaporated. The architecture of everyth