Looking out my teller window at work today, I remember jobs I've had where I would've devoured glass-locked light like it was a Godiva milkshake. Funny how the lack of things commonly taken for granted -- light and fresh air -- can make all the difference in the world to someone previously deprived...and by choices of her own!



Even though I was initially enthralled to have gained the two jobs I had prior to my current employment, their corporate environments soon ran ALL over me, pulverizing my lust for life until my heart felt like a cup of tepid water with a couple dozen half-dead sea monkeys weakly struggling to swim around inside (sorry... that was the only way I could envision it for some reason).



But OH! -- from the place I'm at now, I not only get a little UV exposure to feed my freckles on, I also get to watch the leaves pass through their final dazzling cycles and drift across the gravel lot of the garage next door. I'm aware of how silly it likely sounds to count such mundane sights as pleasures, but those who have worked under the scrutiny of cool blue cosmetic lighting and the scrutiny of socially carniverous women know what I mean....