4pm. In between, as a state of mental being. That weird moment of emptiness when mind retreats from its daily schedule, at least for a while. Heavy traffic, chicory and yarrow in between train tracks, a soft breeze to caress leaves and blossoms and a crowd of kids running old-fashioned scooters down the sidewalk, racing past each other, giggling and out of breath. Stories of summer breaks and all the adventures they used to encompass.