A cool breeze, born of summertime's gentle warmth, eased over my skin. My face harbored a small smile as I began my daily journey, a journey that took my body and mind, still in the numbness of sleep, to work. The rays of the Texan sun bore into my back, the heat-filled sensation a ward to the chill I had experienced prior, in my room. The scents of newly-blossomed flowers sent my senses into a stasis of rapture. On the horizon, my eyes met the monstrous visage of a building, donned in large window panes. The likeness reminded me of a dragon's reflective scales, shimmering in the sunlight, consuming the light in an awe-inspiring show of magnificence. But alas, the building was not a dragon, only a place where others, like me, worked day-in and day-out during the droll of the day. Suddenly, my eyes broke away from the building, caught by a circling shadow in the sky; the silhouette of a hawk. She visited this area every day, and I always stopped to appreciated her beauty. The area, over which she circled, couldn't match the sight of her, but was a sight to behold nonetheless; the trees, rich with green leaves, stood like guardians, watching over those who would care to look upon them with a smile; the bright flowers, summer's gift, bore heady scents; and the sky, a fathomless blanket of brightest blue, hung overhead in silence. The scene and all of its beauty would soon be drowned by a chorus of typing, the sound of productivity, as I entered the armored building. But I smiled, knowing that, when I entered my office, I could still watch it through my window.. (Be gentle, I haven't written in a long time.. too long of a time.)