It is suddenly starting to feel like fall around here. You can even sense it indoors, in the studio. Probably not, not really anyway. Studios exist in their own time without time. We have a half dozen windows in that studio, but three of them face a building and you have to be standing in one section of the room to see the real outdoors from the other three windows. Studios aren’t hermetically perfect, but we’d like it more if they were. You can feel the fall, because your mind has been processing all of the sensory perceptions and that’s not the easiest thing to dismiss. So you can be in a studio and think it is autumn, because that’s what you saw and smelled and felt before you walked into the building. But in here, the season is always: studio.
Up in the offices, definitely:
In the parking deck, sure:
And throughout the evening, it is becoming clear, the seasons are changing:
