The river

I realize, in hindsight, that it's fortunate I don't notice it's 2:45 pm when I look out my office window at the beautiful fall afternoon, then over at the stack of out-going mail on my desk, and decide to go for a little stroll. 

When I get to the mailbox a few blocks away, I check the time.  2:55.  I grumble internally, wishing I would have checked before I left because then I wouldn't have bothered to come now.  I have to pick up the boys from school at 3:20.  And there's really not enough time to head back to my desk and get anything productive done.

I stand at the red mailbox on the corner for a few moments, weighing my options.  And I feel the wind on my face and the warmth of the sun in my hair.

I walk down to the river.

I love this river.  I regularly come here to walk along it.  But I have never come here to sit.

Today this is what I do.  I has been the most productive afternoon I've had for ages.