I'm stuck in the house all day - wall to wall zoom calls, a short walk around the block at lunch, braced against the winter cold.
Some time between 5 and 5.30pm the work day not quite finished and the sky starts teasing me, a hint of pink in my peripheral vision - something is happening. the sun is calling to me as it ends up it's work day
In a strange position, far North this time of year, behind a completly different church steeple, a different religion, a different suburb.
But still reflecting of the building down in the business zone. corporate glass to reflect the sun, lines of gold for prosperity - a crane suggests progress
Or the other side, an apartment, devoid of student at the moment, waiting for them to return, maybe there are a few wandering the halls stuck here not allowed or not waiting to head home