B E B E R E

Look all around: nothing but blue skies -

Boy, is it going to be hard to force myself into the cubicle today with its romantic mood lighting, sounds of the Bazaar and poor air circulation. For the first time in ages it seems I was woken (Awakened? Awoken? Waked up?) by sunshine hitting my eyes from between the blind slats. Usually the house next door blocks everything out. The starlings and finches are chik-chik-chik -ing around my window. There's a breeze circulating through my room. On days like this, I fear that I'll get to my building and, instead of going in and playing my bureaucratic sonatina another day, I'll just keep walking and walking till I hit the Mighty Charles or the Harbor instead.