An office with a view

On different days I see different things. Mostly I just see grass, trees, seas and sky. Other times I see what I want to see, like a cold front blowing through… on a rainy day in July. Worst of all is when a dark mood sees what I don’t; a small piece of a small bridge with few cars carrying few people… whom I can’t begin to comprehend… which is a small piece of a small world during a short time of a narrow existence.

It kinda makes you feel like closing the blinds.

Give the gift of words.