☕ Another coffee but outside, under these chestnut trees. Places unrecognized some years later. Or decades.

🛣️ Always between here and there. A whole consisting of so many pieces. The challenge of having all of them put together.

🌟 The magic of artificial stars and fake candles, the wine poured on the terrace. Reality outside the windows. And all the unspoken words that hide in between.

⛱️ An umbrella and a quiet spot away from most of the outer and inner noise. Trying to rest, or at least to get thoughts off things that are both demanding and pointless.

🌫️ Low light, slow travel. Cities as different worlds and yet another one in between.

☔ Out under the huge magnolia. Listening, breathing. The new day and its rain.

📋 Friday afternoon. Checking the list. Checking it twice. Wondering. Taking note to search for whatever is missing on there, later. That moment to remember things but too vaguely to make real use of it.

🖥️ Lessons learnt, all along with the customer again: Don't switch to tools that allow for easily importing data. Switch to tools that also allow for easily exporting data again.

⏰ Different kinds of connection to time: That waiting for the digital hourglass in its different shapes and sizes. Progress bars not really indicating progress. But the transition from night to morning tied to another clock to for sure do its job.

📆 Home office doors opened closed and still not getting used to ones own shortcomings in keeping things tidy. A yawn for the early morning.

🖥️ Real world problems are challenging. Adding computers makes them more interesting. Even more fun: Make relevant people drop out on short notice. Raised bars, raised eyebrows.

⌛ Waiting on the sideline of conversations while processes run forth behind the scenes. Tired.

🌃 In between hours. Gradually falling asleep while trying to stay focused and conscious. Never enough, though, maybe.

⛈️ Thunderstorm on summer skies. Humid air. Tension to be felt and heard.

📡 Taking a deep breath and pushing out data. Big loads in one single commit. And then stepping back, exhausted, just as if mimicking hard physical work. Waiting for some kind of receipt. Hoping for the best.

🧘 Contemplating the void in between phases of hurry. A rare find in days and much more visible after returning to the usual flow from the gift of retreat.

🌧️ Ebb and flow of daily tasks. Tracking the hours spent ever since waking up. Slowing down. Counting raindrops ... until the internal storage capacity is exceeded.

📝 Halfway into the office morning and already dizzy again. There's no real plan yet, so at least there aren't any deviations from it. Maybe that's a start.

🌃 The late laughter, the thin traffic, the few sounds of bottles and TV news. A feverish city trying to dream.

☁️ Hazy skies as far as the eye can see. Heading for the city, in hours that somehow end up being both moist and dusty. A mental dance for rain.