The fluorescent light flickered above our heads, and the light bounced off the polished wood surface of the desk, and its subtle buzzing joined the low humming of the idle computer screen. Outside the office, the reserve had slowed down from the hectic pace of the day into a quieter state, although the pack never entirely stopped. It had rained for most of the day, and the cobblestone and steel benches glistened and reflected the dull black of the lampposts and the many colorful shades of the flowers in their wet state. Above, the sky had cleared somewhat, but dark clouds still gathered and rolled from the horizon. Yet in that window of clear skies after a rainy day and before a storm that would surely break in the small hours of the morning, I could see the shape of the waxing gibbous moo
