I was walking in to work and the ground was still wet from last night's rain. The air was cool and the sun was just clearing the cloud bank that had soaked us overnight as it headed East. I thought how idyllic the scenery was. Water droplets on leaves whose colors are just starting to change. Wet, reflective concrete underfoot. Shiny grass. At another time, in another place, this would be a perfect day. So I realized that my attitude was a product of my obligation to be at work instead of free to walk through this wonderland with my eyes wide open.
I work for the weekend. For vacation. For retirement.
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