3:30pm. A slight rise in the temperature, and they're out in force today. People bent over books and papers, pens in hand, lost in thought. A table of four people, lively conversation flowing and ebbing until someone gets a phone call and the traffic of words is diverted. The table next to me with two men in animated discussion about something, one tapping the other on the elbow with one hand, alternatively clasping his coffee and gesticulating with the other. The occasional table with someone just looking up, looking around, maybe noticing, enjoying the new green on the trees?
5:18pm. I've been here now for approaching two hours. Still have conversations going on, still a rhythm to the place, but there are fewer shorts, fewer short-sleeve shirts, and voices more muffled. The blue above has been replaced, covered up with a veil of grey. Like the day couldn't decide whether it wanted to be spring or not...
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