Everyday at 10:30am, I get up from my desk to escape from the office. I get into the elevator and get off at the first floor. Walking outside into the sunshine and feeling the spring breeze on my freshly shaven legs, although give me chills, also reminds me of freedom.
Freedom I have every morning for thirty minutes. In this thirty minutes I sit by a fountain encircled by what I think looks like Huge Mint Green Chalk. With a few bits racing each other from the center upto the sky. As I sit in the sun next to this fountain that has gergitated Mint Green Chalk, I find myself wondering about the artist. What thoughts, ideas were going through that artist mind? Perhaps inspiration was taken from a kindergatener?!
Pondering more over this subject something out of the corner of my eye begins to sparkle. I look about for a second. Then I see it. Just lying on the floor, refracting all the light from the sun that this bit piece of Metallic Confetti can absorb. I begin to realize that in a misplaced forgotten piece of Metallic Confetti is more artistry than in that ugly fountain.
Enjoying this new realization only helped make the sent of the near by gardenias that more sweet, the sun warmer. And I disappointed to have to leave that spot, get in the elevator, go up to the fifth floor and sit back down at my desk.