Slowing down for a moment, watching the sun cross the dark line of the neighbourhoods roofs, the shadows slowly change direction, this day consciously ticking on, like an old rusty clock in a long-forgotten tower. Concluding what the Friday was about so far. Collecting the scribbles taken in between meetings, trying to make sense of the floating thoughts filling the gaps between planned hours. Just some words once thought, temporary, lacking context. More to come.