Solitude

Lunchtime, downtown...a sandwich, a book, a puddle of sunshine...she probably works in that blue glass box and doesn't notice anymore how the old stone church gable with its stained glass window is reflected three times in the cold, steely shell of her office building.

Judging by the speed with which she's reading and eating, I would venture to guess that her lunchtime is only half an hour long. If I had the power, I would give her the day off. It is much too beautiful outside to be stuck inside a blue glass box.

big reflection