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Outside rain sprinkles, creates a shimmering curtain against the mottled grey of the sky. Lighter, whiter patches promise a dry pleasant evening to come. The mid-forties temperature chills the windowpane just perfectly to give my bare toes a tingle as they rest on the glass.

Inside, I set Gravity's Rainbow aside and heft my laptop from alongside the new issue of my favorite comic book. The cashmere and silk of my favorite sweater and ancient denim of my favorite jeans shift as I move in the chair. I resettle my Grados and the stream of mixed Australian trip-hop, Norwegian and English downbeat, and symphonic rock covers continues unabated. I check my bank balance and smile as I note someone actually paid an invoice on time. Absently, I reach down and pluck a piece of fresh pineapple from the pile of pineapple, blood oranges, kiwis, pink lady apples, mangoes, and pecans that was my lunch. I rinse the fruit down with a little San Pellegrino and smile at the counter-bite. I run my hand through my freshly cut blond hair and grin at the texture of the razor cut. As my hand passes my face, I can just barely smell a hint of my vanilla soap and the pleasant mix of my mild citrus cologne.

Narcissism finished, I check in with my friends here and there. I make some responses as necessary. I watch people and smile at what I see. Some of my friends seem to be having a bad day, but in my heart I refuse to believe that people I like that much won't come out the better in the end. I refuse to believe that I live in that world. Absently, I select out a couple pecans and decide what to do next.

Suddenly, I realize that a moment this pleasant must be captured, and I start typing.