21 June 2006

shadow puppets

Sometimes while typing I just pause, maybe even mid-word, and gaze around the Belfry. There's no view to speak of. But today the sun poured through the skylight, bounced off a messy glass table and threw some groovy shadows against the wall. It's not quite stopping to smell the roses, but it's close. Look up from the desk every once in awhile.

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