to see but not to see, until now… it has always been the rush at the start of the day, the dread going through traffic and the dead-tired body coming home… that has been my american work life (thus far). never did i once sit down the stairs, obliged the serenity of the greeneries (my landlord painstakingly planted btw). never have i stopped to pick oranges from the front tree, nor realized a hummingbird nests on it… in the last three weeks working from home, i wake up welcoming a fresh dawn, bird’s chirping, squirrels racing. i see now, i am. here now. with my hot coffee.

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