(And then, waking, you notice it's Winter Solstice again and your mind still holds tight to savouring foggy autumn days and time is out of joint mentally once more, a bit.)
4pm and on. Faster clouds. Slower mind. When the effect of all these caffeine is wearing thin, and sleepiness known from these mornings cautiously sneaks in again. And a mind wrapping all it gets hold of in a rough tissue of subliminal anxiety. Re-occurring patterns. Counting snowflakes all along.