Desk job, yeah. Desk job.
If one more person stuck their head in and said: “Beautiful day out there” or “wow, it’s hot outside” as I squinted into the glowing liquid crystal propped up onto my desk…
A few hours later, as I departed an external meeting, I looked at the phone to see that my later afternoon commitment had vanished.
Back to the hospital to gouge out a chuck of my inbox? Or…
I recalled being told by her about a nearby stream and falls, about how it could make for a lovely afternoon stroll. Fortunately, my Fujifilm X-E3 was within an easy grab and so leather wingtips, crisped up business suit and I headed for the stroll.
90 degrees. Hadn’t expected that. Flies of some sort circling my sweating brow. Hadn’t expected that.
But she was indeed right. Lovely. Afternoon. Stroll.