5pm. Slow afternoon, back from the road again. Still these days are far from snow, but at least a feeling of coldness is drifting through the rooms. Countering this with candles and hot tea, listening to the chatter and laughing and living of the neighbours in their flats. The late day sounds busy and somehow even in the distance this feels comforting. (Also: Wrestling a stubborn autocorrect facility. So many wrong recommendations at the wrong time.)