It was a hot, moist day under the kipple. The sun came in shafts, left in steam and came back again in mildew and condensate. Bernard straightened his back for the first time in several days, having finally found his way out of the complex. So many days of nothing but tarpaulin and corrugate, and he was happy only to be under unfiltered sun and tree shade. The steam came off him and did not stop for quite some time.