Later again. Out of the focus tunnel for a few moments to experience the outside world. Watching that single cloud drift by behind the neighbourhood trees. Noon sun paints their leaves in an oddly bright green. Street's bustling with activity, it seems there are more messenger services with each week carrying around small and big packages, waiting in front of closed doors, stumbling across each other. Up here, the warmth of the day still stays outside, so another coffee is still an option. No cake though. A certain Monday feel needs to be kept for the week to work out.