5pm and on. Dizzy but in a difficult way. Breathing dense cool air, feeling rain on skin and the scent of petrichor in between the houses. A change of days of weather again, head heavy with the wild cloudy skies.
Closing in on 6pm. Counting raindrops. Hills veiled by clouds and remains of fog. A crow screeching, unseen. Quiescing thoughts. Contemplating.
Closing in on 4pm. Calls starting and ending. Leaving notes on a lot of different lists, tracking time spent, and sometimes amidst these rituals consciously noticing the amount of different balls juggled the last bunch of days. Staring into pale white clouds for a moment, to let eyes focus on something further away than a pale screen - and the mind unfocus for that short period of time.
3pm and on. Clouds to sun and back again. Weather as a re-occurring topic to bridge inconvenient silence. Weather as an escape to wrap around thoughts in order to keep them away from things worse than that. Also, watching subsystems fail and respawn, with all temporary state vanished. Cautiously nodding, as if to ensure oneself of having understood. Which might not be the case.
3pm and on. Small eyes, spinning head, blinking in a sudden warm light. Wondering why this particular window was left uncleaned, again, yet not feeling any particular motivation to change that right now. Sipping on lukewarm coffee, cautiously filing the ends to remain loose for now. Shaky fingers turning pages.