As he sat in the office, alone, on a Monday night, a thousand things could have had him seriously, seriously depressed
Of the bosses that had the nerve to give an “urgent” last task, and left home shortly afterward.
Of the endless meeting throughout the day, without as much as a drop of water ( they were apparently out of clean glass, a really, REALLY bad excuse)
Of the extreme heat this afternoon, which promises rain later tonite, which spells bad things for people who chose to commute by bicycle today (himself, included)
Of jobs that had no rhyme nor reasons, but still had deadlines.
But tonight, he was neither serious, nor depressed
He was Relaxed, Optimistic, and Content.
What did He do?
He Thought About Miles Davis’s Seven Steps to Heaven,
He Thought About ElizabethTown, and bright, bright sunset, streaming through the window
He Thought About White, and Green, with splashes of Yellow
He Thought about the next weekend, Saturday, Sunday and what it may bring
He Thought About You.
