4pm and on. Cookies, coffee, controlling. Browsing timesheets and task states. Always balancing critical paths, like an artist on a thin wire but surrounded by storm and fog. Meanwhile, afternoon traffic grows stronger, buses arrive and depart, kids and commuters hustle through parked cars into narrow streets and backyards and doorways, an odd, pulsating scenery to be seen from above. Magpies watching from one of the last remaining antennas in this street. Wind in feathers. And always a distanced gaze.