Crossing todays zenith. The joys of sonic ambiances in an office at lunch break, spinning fans and falling, breaking dishes included. The janitor's in for his time out in the backyard, sitting next to the fountain with a huge mug of coffee, eating a sandwich wrapped in brown paper. For now: Stepping out of the shadows of the buildings. Stepping out of wrestling moving parts and jammed gears. Keeping head in wind, gradually cooling down.