A feeling to which I return to quite often, is getting lost within the speed of day-to-day life. And by speed, I mean fast hours, as much as incredible slow ones. This feeling basically sums up this week. Nothing else. A week filled with small parts of uneventful occurences and with some glorious routines. A deer came by and added a little glitter, so did the rollercoaster ride called creative brainstorming. Right now, there is the idea of snow bashfully coming down on this city. And me, spending a few more hours at my desk, somewhere between updating and remembering what could be so precious by tomorrow. "In between" can be delightful, that is my latest finding.