Mind the step

This is my favourite lunch spot. Mobile switched off, or better still left at my desk. Incommunicado.
Hot food and little waves a few inches beneath my feet.
And I watch the handrail rust away, a little more every day.
I sympathise with it.
When the hour is up I go back to my computer, and my phone, my inbox and my insecurities, my outbox and my outrage, my deleted items and my debilitating anxieties.
The hour is up and it?s my turn to go and slowly rust away.

For the shareholders.