On the Way to Work
When I opened the office door, the still-quiet air rushed in. The light of the monitor I covered last night shines on my desk again. With what heart shall I begin today?
Only you can see your answer
When I opened the office door, the still-quiet air rushed in. The light of the monitor I covered last night shines on my desk again. With what heart shall I begin today?
Only you can see your answer
At the stop where I waited for the first bus, yellow light spread long over the wet asphalt. The sky I saw then had not yet begun to lighten.