10am and on. Summing up the morning, filing notes, adding more coffee and cautiously pondering next steps. Priorities are still a bit fuzzy, but the pile of aspects to consider seems shrinking. (Too, the sky turns a tad lighter. Less rain. Temporarily hypnotized by moving trees again.)
4pm and on. Dropping the virtual hammer at least for now. Dissatisfied with everything taking longer than expected, longer than estimated today. Short break while the systems do their thinking. Searching for fresh air in wet gardens, tracking animal footprints, listening to the rain on the still-brown meadows. (And somehow waiting for spring or snow.)
Close to 5pm. Still in between. Or again. Not sure. One coffee for the road. Expecting to see snow in the trees soon again. (And still and always feeling changes of place and subsequently change of routine as confusing and in many ways challenging, without really knowing why.)
11am and on. Fast hours, fast breath, little space in between. Raising head, once in a while, to peek out of the coffe-driven flow and enjoy the grey iciness of the outside world. Miles to go, steps to take, still not there for today.
Afternoon: Mostly grey, more structure on the borders than in the center. Some hints of the blue above, some traces of light, and some rain. // 366skies