每天四點，他把身體折成一個慢弧，朝窗外的城市行個禮。桌上的玻璃球一動不動，橋的模型也沉著，只剩吊燈輕輕晃。這不是疲倦，是與重力的對練：弧度對弧度，確認今天仍被地球安穩接住。

At four each afternoon, he folds into a slow arc and bows to the city. The glass marble stays still, the little bridge holds its poise; only the pendant lamp gives a faint sway. It isn’t fatigue but a duet with gravity—curve answering curve, confirming that today the earth still catches him.