I pushed through the employee entrance that fall evening and... like Dorothy from Kansas… stepped from a weary black and white world of office cubes into the almost dizzying color on parade along the wooded pathway to the car lot. A yellow-brick road, just outside my day.
Breathing in the fresh crisp air like one who was parched for its beauty, I let my breath out slowly, relaxing. Beside me, solemn faces hurried past…everyone scuttling to move ahead, get to their cars, go home to their lives. Some talking a mile a minute on cell… making me think of Maxwell Smart and his shoe phone.
A door slammed from the parking lot curb ahead.
A breeze rustled above, sending a dazzling shower of leaves raining, dancing, glittering down as bits of golden sunlight.
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