For some reason, the morning so far feels weird. Maybe it is the hazy skies or the stillness of the air, or even the lack of cars on the road as I drove to work, it's like the world has stopped moving.
I remember seeing a movie like that years ago, where the entire world just froze and everyone disappeared from the face of the earth. Only the crew and passengers on a plane were spared. They landed in an air terminal with nobody in sight. It was eerie and surreal.
As I sit at my work desk, I begin to hear the sounds of traffic in the distance. The sun has started peeking through the clouds at 9.30am, sending soft morning light streaming through the glass window. Maybe that's what it is, we were missing the sunlight. The sun is indeed the exilir of life, without which I cannot survive.
Soon, my friends Steph and Fry will walk through the office door. They're coming by to vist and we'll go for lunch at the Joan Bowen Cafe nearby to celebrate Fry's new office opening. Congratulations on your opening, Fry! The sun is up at the auspicious hour. It's a good sign.