So here I am on the 29th floor gazing out my window into the beautiful sunny day. It has not been as beautiful the month du jour where the rain has not ceased to disrupt.
I am restless, the glare off the office buildings beckoning my thoughts, enumerating the days into a perceptual vacation… distant from this concrete.
Already I hear the creaks from the awnings of some bungalow and the hot white sand between my toes.
Just another mid week afternoon day dream, symptomatic of a listless white collar.