4pm. Rain stops as soon as doors are closed from the inside. Clouds torn apart, a play of colours and contrasts. So far, a lack of orientation farce enough from home. (When in doubt, let the water boil and have a coffee.)
Early evening. Textures to float by, reshape, stretch, dissolve. A continuum. // 366skies
Of the days that pass.
3pm and on. Decided to have another coffee, not much of a surprise. Listening to a dense working day ending in the street, with late school kids and early commuters returning home, a brief moment of noise that almost immediately is swallowed by closing doors. Tracking time spent on tasks, setting due dates to more appropriate values. Wondered to leave home office a tad earlier to get some sun - just to noticed it managed to hide in clouds again. (Senses suggest a scent of incoming rain but feel unsure about this.)