Sometimes, when you look out and down from the 23rd floor, the rain seems to fall in slow motion.
In my office, there’s a patch of almost-grass that feels very real. And if you sit on it and work, nobody sees you.
Upstairs, there are beanbags, and beds. They brought our old guitar in today. And I sat there by the beanbags and played softly for about an hour and nobody noticed.
These are some of the things I like about life at where I am right now. These, and the view. The view is simply breathtaking.
There are also things I don’t like. But let’s not talk tonight about those. We speak so seldom anyway…
I swear someday I’ll change that.