Fleeting imaginations of a descriptive haiku

Wework remains tranquil as always. Hardly a tinge nor notion in the air of any trouble. But it is brewing indeed. Takeout has been ordered. Takeout has been eaten. Models have been worked on. A receipt has been taken. The sun is much closer to the horizon than the meridian. It's cerulean power is fading, the uranian blue is leaving. Last night Uranus was a degree north of the moon, now it is bidding goodbye along with today's sun soon. I suppose the models will continue being worked on, ...