4pm and on. Flying with the hours. Sometimes way above the concrete floor, the openness of the skies becomes more apparent. No clouds between here and the horizon. Just light haze giving depth to this world. And the sound of a train hustling through the stations, heading north. In motion. (Also: Balancing the edge of technology and sales. Sometimes it's hard to find good answers to questions that might have a political dimension. Walking a tight rope, limited visibility, and again noticing the floor way below.)