Think I’m becoming an insular object at work. Like my own personal island onto myself. Everyone either never bothered to show up or left by 2 pm. Since I walk three flights down to microwave my food, I wait in the lounge while the food heats and I can only stare out the large windows or study the vending machine choices. I’ve noticed that trees dance. The leaves do twirls of their own and the tree in its entirety does a nice little waltz. You should really take a look sometime.