4pm. Not sure whether almost or already. Watching the threads of several hours slowly dissolve. Enough air to soothe the mind, enough grey to hide the sun, enough haze to make one yearn for rain. Mental mode switches. Neighbours hauling home groceries for the weekend. Footsteps on old stairs. Laying down todays paperwork. Dusting off the crystal ball again, and the island stones on the windowsill. Early weekend rituals.