(Getting up early enough, taking a breath at 8am already feels like noon. Not really listening to the voices in the street, but the sounds making it through the open window feel vivid and in a way very comfortable. Not yet completely lost within the trails of the day, contemplating more coffee and how to align all of the upcoming blocks to not waste too much time in between. But then again, is spare time ever wasted?)
10am and on. Milestones and checkmarks again. These moments in which that dreaded early morning blues feels not hours but days, weeks ago. Taking a short break to catch some fresh air, window opened wide. Bright days countering the pale grey mood of the year quickly moving on. The janitor next door is dumping baskets of garbage into a huge container, and suddenly there's that feeling again of getting rid of unneeded things, at least of some - knowing very well this will end up stuck and smothered the very moment this idea gets more serious. (Having another coffe instead. Deleting some notification messages. That's as clean as it gets, to move on.)