Honestly, she could sit here all day and watch the water, the gulls, and the waves wink their private jokes to one another, the sun heating her pale, white shoulders as she leaned over the steel railing that bordered the sharp drop to the river below.
The winter had been long and hard and lonely, even as her skis and snowshoes had taken her to natural places far beyond the isolation and limitations of her home office window. But now that the pandemic had lifted, she was back in the many-storied downtown office building that stretched its imperious hand, middle finger extended, over the great, wide river that traveled the length of her country, gathering a multitude of stories from those who lived along its banks, finally dumping into a vast ocean of even more precious and fragile life.
Surely she could do something that gave back, rather than took away from the people and planet she loved; student loans be damned, she was not meant for corporate life.
Reality bites, even as the clock ticks; she tasted the bitterness of waiting, even as freedom beckoned.
She checked the laces of her smart canvas tennis shoes, her small rebellion of the daily crush, brushed off her pencil skirt as she turned away from the river and headed back into the fray, flinging her suit coat over one shoulder.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)
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