Light, slow flurry. Big flakes. Unhurried. And sunshine, early in the east. Splendora on the stereo.

Forest Park Parkway to I-170. The big MoDOT sign: "11 months 11 days."

Ahh.

The courtyard at work. Pause. Postcard-perfect. People rush by, not seeing the big picture.

Upstairs, from the big picture window in the conference room: blowing sideways. A minute's difference. Four floors' difference.

11 new emails. Work.