Closing in on 4pm. Noticing a more coarse grained beat to cut days in larger slices, somehow distinguished by ones own inner mental state and its subsequent worldview. Calm afternoon in between concrete buildings. A couple of young kids spends time playing near the fountain until the janitor eventually tries to come after them. Slow-moving clouds. Machinery cooling down, notes written down on paper for the time being. First office dwellers on their way home. Still, an afternoon under an indecisive sun.