At a customer's meeting, sitting with my back facing full-length windows and the sun pouring in over my shoulder like warm butterscotch. Holding documents in my hands which I couldn't really read, cos the sun was so bright it was casting shadows on the sheets in sharp relief. Someone was talking, but what I was interested in were the shifting patterns of tree leaves relocating on the paper. The shadow leaves seemed to be toying with my shadow hair. A colleague leaned over and asked if I wanted to swap seats so I could read better, but I shook my head with a smile and wondered what you were doing at that moment.