Desk

My desk is next to my window, but not facing it. I really prefer having the window open to turning on the lamp; something about the unassuming gray light that weakly floods this cave I live in, only illuminatin about two-thirds of the space, makes me feel at home and relaxed.

So it is that when I'm at my desk, and I see some moving image out of the corner of my eye, I turn my head to look out the window at whatever, most often whoever, it is. I do this even though I know very well that there is only one person who, if I see them walking in front of my building, will do anything to alter my state of mind. And, if and when it happens to be this person, my seeing them will illicit a gut-wrenchingly negative response.

Maybe my brain is looking for something that I don't know about. If that's the case, should any of you see it wandering around aimlessly in the dead of night, please do me a favor and ask what it's looking for, and when exactly its arrival is expected, so I can stop waiting for someone whose arrival time is at the mercy of wind, rain, and other assorted elements.