Lunch breaks on the terrace but only for that split second to let the sun fall through concrete and glass roofs. Just very little little later, an angry storm's opening and closing doors, singing in the elevator shaft, making papers and plants shiver. Wandering back a few hours, strolling through this mornings accomplishments, recording a few more of the snippets left behind and restoring order in a fast-paced flow always poses the same kind of hurdle to take. Overcast skies, no horizon. #outerworld #office hours #concrete city #stories of weathers and selves