A lunch treat

alone in the hr office in the old small building at south harbor... i sit in front of the computer, office light out, only the sun peeking through the old vertical blinds lit the room, typing these words while i listen to actors read pablo neruda's poems...

as if transported to another place, i listen... momentarily forgetting the ups and downs of the people and situations in the office....

this is enough treat for now. i am happy that i am alone here, listening to pablo neruda's poems...