It’s a wonderful day outside my window. I hammer away at my computer keyboard, trying to write an edit that would be at least minimally coherent, and occasionally steal glimpses of my view, wanting to be out there with the fresh cool air, the newly mown lawn and the small puppies playing in the parking lot. Even the wisp of black smoke from the factory chimney looks clean and adds to the overall picture of an astonishingly bright and brilliant sky, a marvel of distilled clarity in a city that is normally heavily polluted and smog-clogged. There is a gentle breeze that cools the toes and nose even in the golden heat of the sunshine that beams down into our little enclave. A tiny butterfly does practice runs at the glass, veering at the last minute to avoid crashing into the closed window. The drivers lounge in the strip of garden, playing cards, sleeping, gossiping and reading.
And upstairs, in carpeted air-conditioned imprisonment, I watch, envious, sighing, wanting my freedom.
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