so typical of the morning after a big storm, it is especially pretty outside

lacey clouds glowing in the sun’s first light…sky a deep azure blue…all of nature fresh from the shower and glittering with jewels of water…the air so sweet and pure it might have just come down from a mountain-top

 yet here I am

once more amidst steel and concrete, man-made light, imitation wood…surrounded by little pieces of paper stridently demanding my attention…each claiming primal importance…yet each created by someone just like me…striving endlessly to regain the freedom that beckons from just beyond the glass...so tantalizingly close