Close to 4pm. Watching the doves watching the offices from their newly-discovered hangout on the opposite terrace. Two floors below, office's grown dark again except for one lonely soul still resting in front of a huge display repeatedly cycling its way through some candy-coloured presentations. Janitor's preparing the backyard for another supposedly incoming wave of snow, and sun has long since made it to the other horizon. Still in full throttle, caffeine-driven, colibri-paced heartbeat and not likely to slow down soon.