In between, again: Places moods rooms luggage. Red lights green lights blinking and a known village on the other side of the bay. A clear evening. Frost creeping in once more. Routes and turns in mind. Humble and grateful. And always a little sad. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are. 

Reload and different paths yet once more. A shining reflection with the terrace door across the street swinging open. Visitors in afternoon light, bags and suitcases and thick clothes; tired faces gazing at the city with sheer astonishment. 4pm and on, input devices temporarily offline, interface responses faulty. Focus waning.

Resting on train seats. Unsure what makes the morning decide whether to actually sit down or just remain standing near the door for these few stations. The outside world but a blurred perception of fuzzy colours and lit windows of lower floor offices, shop fronts, hotel lounges and cars waiting on crossroads, visible enough to go noticed yet passed by too fast to be really seen. 7am and on and not there yet, pondering input and rough mental models and still waking up.