Today, the shadows on your desk dance more suggestively than clouds. You've been watching them all afternoon trying to wrangle their way into this dimension. Outside, in this timeline, work days are ending and later, when rush hour is over, the only thing left to hear are birds chirping, the sound of a meadow dripping with sun for a few more good hours. Maybe you're no longer looking for eureka in the dark. Maybe the light has already reached you. Maybe it's okay if you don't know, it will try again tomorrow. It's the fastest thing in the world and it will keep trying to find a way to spend another moment with you.