Pattern

Sometimes I stand at the coffee room in my office or at the balcony and watch others in the building. In the mornings it's all of them dressed up neat, with tired eyes, holding a cup of coffee and walking in to the office, each step with a moment of hesitance, as if enjoying those extra few microseconds delay.
Lunch time....everyone gangs up, talk about mortgage, rent, wives, sex and gossips.
Evenings everyone double up to their cars.
Interesting how everything has a pattern.