Yesterday
Busily shifting through a pile of large architectural sheets, with a red pen and a yellow marker both in my right hand, my eyes and mind scanned the pages set in front of me, covering half of the square, laminated conference table. From out of the blue, for a very brief moment, right in the middle of a very busy work day, a familiar emotion washed over and surged inside of me. For a minute or two, I stopped working and half-consciously lifted a hand to my chest.
An old friend
visited me -
sadness
And then, it was gone. But it left me with a puzzling question... why?
An old friend
visited me -
sadness
And then, it was gone. But it left me with a puzzling question... why?