4pm and on. Face in the sun. Head in invisible clouds, or vice versa. Still ticking with the beat of the latest tasks, still hard to slow down. Hours later, different school kids make their way home through the office backyards, jackets carelessly wrapped around hips, ice cream cones in hands, way too bulky, heavy bags shouldered as good as somewhat possible. Office dwellers afternoon rituals: Loading dishwashers, changing clothes, shoving expensive bicycles down narrow staircases. Always in the midst of moving on.