4pm and on. Catching oneself staring at clouds for too long, but at least not yet yelling at them. New people again, on the terrace across the street, gazing into city sunset and seemingly content with where they are. A parked heavy truck, engine running idle, an excavator carrying, throwing rocks and bricks, and subliminal conversations on network issues and faulty routes. An afternoon in an arcane mix, way too hot and way too loud.