And I love being at the heart of it. People slowly walk in. "What floor?""3 please. Nice morning, aint it ?". Dead walls come alive. As the breathing infuses life into it. The constant sound of typing. "Coffee?" asks my neighbour and we walk to the machine as we make small talk. Check my watch and my calender. Pick my music. Headfones on and there is now only me and screen and the music in the background. Knock on the door. "Come in". "Quick question..."
I check the watch again. and look out through Pete's window. Its dark and past 6. Its inviting and saying "come on now...". Traffic lights and still cars. Swap work clothes for tracks. Need to exhaust myself and free my mind. "How was your day". We sit on the couch and I read my book occasionally watching someone making a fool of themself on TV till I fall asleep. Its just another day out of my life.. and I love being at the heart of it.