Tree branches crawl through the air, climbing higher and higher and during a spring day, the leaves appear.

Next:

The best thing about today are the shadows left by the sun.  In the dusk, things are warm and cool, holding on, and offering an end.

At 8:12pm, my mind goes and wanders:

I fly backwards, trying hard to hold on to my hands, and they flail, grasping nothing.

Because it is dinner:

Corn bread and mashed potatoes, both baked in the open fire oven, are smokey, and can take some wine with the gravy.

Since it is Friday, the way work is, we are all a little short.  The last five minutes are a count down, with our minds wandering to things that don’t happen at work.  We try to occupy so that what we are doing does not put us out of time.  In any case, nothing important is ever done during the last five minutes…  At least it is me, and I leave it all at the office, and go home with no unfinished business.

I am allowed to use words on the weekend that I don’t use doing the cubicle work in the tall office building.  I can see across many shorter constructions as well as the wall that is created by the taller ones.  Surprisingly, the sun is able to find its way into my window and shine on the desk and the plant that has stayed alive because of it.  A little green in the tan-beige of the three walls that surround me, camouflage with the carpet, and walking around the floor, I am lost unless I memorize the turns and count the cubicles.

I am glad that it is so uncomfortable.  It gives me the chance to leave without guilt.  So, I am a slave of exceptional quality, and am paid a slave’s wages, which makes any weighting unnecessary, as the company and I are completely Even Steven.

But, to be fair, I am in a decent position.  I have not been cheated out of anything….  Quite contrary, I feel as if I am being overpaid for what is expected of me.  This, unfortunately, as you may have guessed, is not the perfect situation.  It leaves me under-stimulated, and I find I must find other ways to do the things I am good at.

So, now, as I type and think about now and the past, that happened and led to this moment of revelation, I think that I will have many things to explore and write about.  I will finish today’s short piece of writing with a thought:  Why do donuts and bagels have nothing in the middle?  Even now, I can’t even justify myself for eating them (They are soooo delicious!)  as a second helping!  Just because there is a hole in the middle does not make them less fattening.  I am often in trouble, as, now, in middle age, I find myself gaining everything that I eat in a wide way.

So, until the next moment….  Till next time!