Scenes From The Office

August 29, 2012 § Leave a comment

I’m a lucky woman, Province.

My office is an enormous flower garden. I take my coffee under the shade of trees whose roots reach to the lake before me. During these late summer days in the park, joyful moments abound. A slow parade of vintage cars weaves along, chrome ablaze in the sun. The charming flirtations of an 89 year-old jogger set the morning tone. Strangers are made less strange by conversation. Billie Holiday blares from an incongruous monster pickup truck and the funny ruffles of goose-feathers herald surprise encounters with long-lost friends. I am delighted.

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