March 27, 2006: Walk down the long, beige hall of the long, beige McOfficePlex in the beige western suburb, to the beige break room, to nuke a can of soup that was, if memory serves, beige (corn chowder). Sit at cube, listen to the hum of the HVAC, dream of having oxygen in my brain, look forward to four hours of phone meetings capped with a forty-minute drive home.
March 27, 2007: Walk out the front door of the office onto a busy, downtown street. Grab a sandwich and a newspaper, walk to the riverfront. Grab a bench, read, eat, soak up the sun, feel the thrum of the traffic re-energize me, breathe, watch the river go by. Walk back to the office, design stuff, look forward to my ten-minute commute home.