You're on the road to work at 7:15 on a Saturday morning in early Spring and there are precious few other people on the road. You stop into Dunkin' Donuts and there are only two people in the store. You drive by houses where people are sleeping or drinking coffee and reading the paper. Cars are in driveways and nobody is out in the yard. Yet.
You pull into a soul-less parking lot in between Loews and the Oriental restaurant that nobody ever goes into. Shut off the car and wait, because if you activate the store alarm even one minute before authorized, there will be a permanent mark on your record.
You wonder how your life has come to this and how you will get out of it. If you ever do get out of it.
And then you hear the birds. Chirping. You focus on the sound and forget about everything else.
It is one moment of pleasure. It is also hope. You concentrate on enjoying the song and think about how cool it must be to be a bird.
You brush up against hope carefully and allow your mind to imagine a different life.
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