Sunshine is free. But, to notice it, you must at least possess percipient eyes to realize, at this exact second, the serendipitous circumstances that brought you here - this languid noon where sunshine weighs true like velvet gold, the wind light as sleep soft as kisses. After all, Man is blind everywhere. And you are lucky not to be chained today, a Wednesday. You are not of the headphoned masses, tethered to the open office desk, lest we stray pining after the good old silent cubicled days. --- kids, a long, long time ago, corporate slaves did not sit awkwardly. across, dodging gazes, faces. turtled behind monitors. Our prisons were more literal. Better immured by walls than muffled noises. And you ought to have good health, good limbs, and a will - yours or someone else’s – to carry them too. For sunshine is anodyne only to fevers and broken hearts. There is a kind of poison that displaces All. Drains the colours out of gold, leaves only pallid faces and rings and rings and rings of cold fire, cut laces. By PN, on a sunny Wednesday
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