Lunch

I walked around the top of the parking garage and talked to myself. This was not different than many other days where AI have no other plans for lunch. It was cool and quiet on top of the garage. The ground level was windy. The top of the garage was calm with only a gentle breeze, cool as it was. The sun was warm. The sound of my boots squeaking didn't even bother me that much as I passed.

I wish Nat was there. I don't remember the last time she and I just went for a walk. How many opportunities does one have to stop and smell the roses?