Closing in on 4pm. Eye in eye with the doves on the roof. Not sure who's watching who, but having an uncomfortable idea. Meanwhile, the janitor's collecting leftovers from the weekend in the office backyard, seems the crowds of the neighbourhood enjoyed celebrating whichever part of the weekend in facilities not their own. At least, the pond is still clear, and even the first fountains came back to life today. Working to manifest spring, with the little we can do.