Back to work
I’d like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly
Fireflies – Owl City
This song is stuck in my head. Partly, that’s because my flatmate only knows the one line and partly because the photograph mural on my wall throws life into sudden contrast.
Somewhere in the world, there’s a broken piece of glacier floating, slowly dissolving in a mountain lake. There’s a curled up fern frond unbending its reddish bundle toward the sun. There’s cloud bank that parts the ice-bound peaks from farmer’s green fields below. There’s a droplet of water shaping a limestone curtain deep within the earth.
What am I doing? Well, today I ate my entire breakfast and drank a cup of coffee while the computer booted up, waited in the printer queue for 5 minutes and I banged my head on the screen (literally) when Word was being unreasonable. I restarted my email program because it froze, shared my precious outside moments with noxious smoker clouds and shivered because 1-3pm is, inexplicably yet consistently, cold o’clock.
Hi ho, hi ho…
Muchness 
