On a day when we arrange to meet in the city after work, and I’m early. Too much time. So I decide to walk, wander, and find myself here, watching as that last strong light burns through the sky, the shadows, and the city begins to fade away. And then there’s no time, only warmth, golden and crisp. And then I remember what it’s like, to see a sunset after so long hidden away, in my tiny grey office in my tiny grey building. And then it’s gone, again, and I’m running late. Again.