Story from 131001

writing story

published 1970-01-01 00:00

updated 1970-01-01 00:00

%date 131001 00:00

Walking out of a building had never been so satisfying. With no bags, documents or troubles colors seemed to glow just marginally brighter and not even rain could dampen the mood. On the occasion it did rain, which seemed fairly likely, dancing would become the perfect pass time for expressions would take the form of simple gestures, movements and energy. No longer would an out stretched arm arm represent doubt or another meaningless request that needed to be approved before executed, but was a symbol of living. No longer was the systemization of unimportant events categorized as necessary. Days no longer consisted of lunch breaks and working hours but moments made to be remembered. Playing cards to soft slow moving music, taking long walks to an unestablished place, or learning to paint. Busy work had been abolished and though this world would soon come to a close in terms of economic production but it finally rained.