Standing outside the Wilma Theater in the rain looking north on Broad and the cobalt and green spotlights on the stone city blocks reflacting through the rain on my glasses is 360 cinematic. Trying to forget what I was supposed to be doing and guilitily succeeding this light. Later the moon was so bright but being blocked by low clouds so as to be an indistinct mass casting gray light. This morning waked up by wind whipped rain on the side of the building. Had to go out in it to watch the commuters around Rittenhouse wrestle to keep their broken umbrellas up.