Walking To Work

Every day it's an adventure.  The city is a kaleidoscope with sights of beautiful (or shocking or both) dresses, vignettes of men in a my-career-is-on-the-line hurry to catch a cab, toddlers holding umbrellas taller than themselves as they sob on the rainy sidewalk.

I can walk almost all the way to work in the shade, which I do now that the sun is stronger in the mornings.  I miss the sight of the Park, but I don't arrive at work with a sunburn.  So far hats have been an unworkable dream.

At any rate, this morning I was moving along, trying to get to work before a truly horrendously late hour (yesterday I met the associate I'm working with strolling in to the elevator bank at the same time I arrived; neither of us had left before midnight the night before).  But I noticed as I crossed the street that the shadows were pointing the wrong way.  I was definitely heading east, and the shadows were going from west to east, and it was (still) well before noon. 

I found this puzzling enough to glance around a bit (movie set?  Twilight Zone?  it's much much later than I thought?) and then I looked up and saw the explanation.  The sun was hitting a window high up in a tower and the reflected light was strong enough, and precisely focused enough, to be casting shadows from entirely the wrong direction.

So yes, I made it to work before noon.  To spend all of the day in a windowless room pulling the key documents out of an mass of imperfectly-chron'd boxes of paper for deposition outlines due (gulp!) in less than a week.  Egad. 

Comments

[ckm]

Lahdeedahdee doodledeedah! The life of a carefree Manhattan lawyer!!

[Boy]

You haven't posted in almost a month! Harrumph! >:(