I’ve lost my mind again among a pile of papers. I can see bits and pieces of it. Part of it with those pages stacked in my inbox and another part with the stack of papers to my left.

Yet, still another, small piece of my mind has escaped to the outside. To a world where the sun is warming my cold hands that currently type on a black keyboard inside a frigid office. My mind has escaped to a place a where I am laying among soft blades of grass looking up at the clouds, watching them as they drift carelessly by.

The other portion of mind is helping my eyes adjust to the light as clouds darken the room from the window behind me. My body is feeling the chill of the air conditioner, a chill that seems impossible to shake until I leave this building. Instead my mind wanders to a place where I feel chill of the ocean water. Even at 6am, the chill from the water is not as cold as inside this room.

With nothing to warm me inside the office I think of what warms me in the water, the beauty of my surroundings. Now I must return my mind to the papers to my left, as I know how dangerous multi tasking can be.

…