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May 9, 2011
It is a small taste of the world as a child may experience it after denying myself that world for some period of time, then reintroducing it.

The scene outside my window is the same it has been, more or less, for 28 years.  I should be jaded, unseeing, gazing through it in the middle of a workday morning.

Yet, no. Middles of workday mornings usually find me slouched before a screen midst solemn solid walls, flourescent lit, industrial grayness swallowing me.

'Pon working at home, I am like a newborn seeing a sunsplashed, lively, color-filled world anew.