Tuesday, April 18, 2006
A beautiful day, downtown sitting on a bench, sun shining, a light breeze, dappled shadows across the page of the book I'm reading. The story moves along, characters working through their parts as pages turn. Lost in the story.
Then: The bliss of the outdoors calls too softly to ignore, the book closes, slides onto the bench, I slouch just a touch lower, elbow on the bench's smooth black metal arm, followed by cheek in palm. Eyes shielded by my broad brimmed hat, warm sun dissolves the day into nothingness as I drift off.
And then: Dreamily I look at the time. A meeting in 12 minutes. The world beckons me to gentle responsibilities, and so back to the office...
Then: The bliss of the outdoors calls too softly to ignore, the book closes, slides onto the bench, I slouch just a touch lower, elbow on the bench's smooth black metal arm, followed by cheek in palm. Eyes shielded by my broad brimmed hat, warm sun dissolves the day into nothingness as I drift off.
And then: Dreamily I look at the time. A meeting in 12 minutes. The world beckons me to gentle responsibilities, and so back to the office...
# posted by goldpython @ 3:18 PM 
