Light clouds and dark clouds and strong winds and weak breezes and green leaves on street trees and drops of rain across the windowpane, showing up and evaporating again. A prevalent feeling of everything being an organism of its own, breathing, pulsing, at times sighing. 4pm and a bit more to go. Somewhat restless. Somewhat exhausted. But still somewhat focussed. (No idea whether this is good or bad at this point.)