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Hmm, something floats out of range.

Right over there above, barely above the tree line. If you look out my offices windows you can see it every now and then. It is a strange and flitting thing, almost like a bird but bigger. Every time I catch a glimpse of it I feel as if I am waking from a dream. A slow fluorescent light fixture blue dream poured over my mind. Thick like molasses muddying my thoughts. Humming it’s computer fan mantra in my ear. It builds up day after day like frozen sheets of rain down window. Everything is blurred, washed out and bland.

But every now and again I catch a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye. I never have seen it directly or up close. I catch a glimpse and like a switch is flipped I see colors again. I notice smells. I feel my legs numbed from hours of cheap office chairs. My eyes focus on something farther away than a monitor. I noticed my coffee burnt breath and shallow breathing.

I stand close to window, wanting to be closer. Needing it like a drug. Having felt a brief tear in the spell I want to find this thing like one wishes for a hammer in a glass store.

I leave two oval patches of moisture from my nostrils on the glass that slowly fades away in the air-conditioned cell of my office. The moment has passed.

The phone rings.