Elsewhere, slightly later and trying to balance weathers, temperatures, moods and realities. Way too much irritation in virtually everything. A nervous cat going for flies. A bunch of teenagers heading for the river again, apparently pulling a cart with a decent speaker and the music seems to strike more than just one chord right now. Reconsidering identity, peer groups, tribes and how to stay away from things that feel alienating. Clouds veiling early sunset. Stories of tackling rituals and routines, unknown outcome. Be safe on your way through your evening, wherever you are.
Almost 10am again. Moving around dishes and furniture. Collecting laundry. Chores in a mechanic mode, somewhere in between feverish activity to confront the shortcomings of ones own closer surroundings - and the desire to just leave for the garden now. Decisions decisions.
4pm and on. A flock of crows screeching by, on their way to the river and the trees close to its shores. Watching the change of colours with the fading sun. At this hour, even the concrete across the office backyard sometimes has a warm feel to it. Far below, people are heading home, heading everywhere and nowhere. A couple of office workers still sitting on benches near the pond, clinging to mugs and notebooks. For a brief moment this day doesn't feel like late autumn at all.
Closing in on 10am, the scent of streets and water. From above, people seem reduced to moving heads with bags and displays, manoeuvring from sight to sight and chatting way too loud. (Getting together what is needed for today. And becoming a part of this flow, for a short while.)
A beer to cool down, up where the morning started. With the windows open at least a bit, one still can hear the flood of voices washing around the corners of old, worn-down, dark, incredible facades. Not even 7pm, sense of time and daily rhythm mostly off track.