

In the break room at work they have these windows facing east with the most amazing view. About a month ago I was standing there just looking out the window and a thought crossed my mind, "I am not in prison, there is a whole world out there." I had to stop after that. Am I in prison? Why do I work somewhere that I have to go look out a window to remind myself I am not prison. But every time I look out that window the site is just so beautiful. I wonder if it is really that beautiful or just a little rain after a drought.
Hey...I think I work 2 buildings down from you. It looks very familiar I think I see my work building in the second picture. If that's true it's too funny, we live 5 minutes from each other AND work 5 minutes from each other. (too bad we don't work the same shifts so we could car pool it is such a long drive)
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