Day 30

Fun is strange.  

We can be having it when we least expect it, or sometimes we ignore it while imagining it at some point in the future.

I have a few vivid memories of coming home at the end of my shift downtown.  Walking a slow path through total urban density.  A constellation of light from a thousand skyscraper windows illuminating the empty streets.  My own music mingled with an outpouring of patio ambiance. Most of the time my thoughts were of home.  It was usually when I got there that I realized just how much fun I had getting there.




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