So I'm just going over my early notes, see if I missed anything.

[…] she stood at the window and saw the lake blue with spring and a few patches of snow that magpied the hills.

But how can you invent a distinction if you feel you are part of ordinary office plankton? What if this is how the people around view you?

Stay gentle Helena, heare my excuſe: / My loue, my life, my ſoule, faire Helena.