9am and on. Pondering: IT security, processes, capabilities and the fuzzy shades of grey in between. People starting with the same premises and ending in totally different conclusions. And the challenges to bridge these gaps. No snow no rain and still a clear day but in an omnipresence of some clouds.
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.)