Close to 8am and logging in to the machines. Still human. Still not completely awake. Exercising voice and awareness. Trying to find into the right flow while sun slowly rises.

📷 lost-in-moments

Waking with the sun moving with the grey. A few minutes to the west, sky is cloudy and bears the scent and taste of rain. Crowded trams, empty sidewalks, and it's only for the echoes in the backyard to notice how noisy this neighbourhood can be, halfway into its morning. Office kitchen, another coffee, conversations on and off topic. Here again. Somehow.

Grey sky, grey hours, thin rain still and a distinct lack of colours. Weeding obvious bugs out of very old code. Wondering how they got there in the first place. And afraid to dig even deeper. Too, coping with other annoyances that get into ones way elsewhere. Small pitfalls to again and again stumble. Closing in on 3pm and wondering to just conclude the day. Experiencing and pondering different wake states. Not just with machines.

Close to 4pm again. A different black tee, keeping jackets in the backpack for now. No good choice of music but some aural environment is needed to calm down the inner monologues stirring up each other. Closed doors, staircases, the backyard, the fountain and no particular mood under a light blue sky.