My job offers ample time for the mind to wander and dwell on whatever habitates there. In the midst of punching in numbers on the computer and putting my full conscious attention towards menial tasks, the window outside my office held a beautiful scene. At another's shrieking, I swish around in my chair to take a looksee for myself. Usually I see a stinky Bradford Pear tree and two others fairly nearby, each covered with one square foot of baked-bean-colored wood chips at the base. There is a blacktop parking lot that the sun likes to pound upon during the summer. And four parking spaces are visible. But beyond that there is a good smallish sledding hill that gets overgrown by all sorts of wild weeds and flowers in the spring. My desk is situated that I enjoy the natural light from the ceiling high windows at my cubie. My coworker gets to stare out onto our stinky b.p. and greenery galore.

Sometimes in the winter we see a little red fox go trotting by. Once, I saw a pack of dogs, obviously a little family. But today, I was pleasantly greeted with three deer that had come up from the industrial part of town. There is a steep slope of wooded area that separates the back of my office from them. They were furtively looking around and jutting from here to there. They ended up running to another office's green lot in a skittery hurry. But hopefully they did not keep running at full gallop as there is a cliff on the backside of that lot. They appeared as spooked, lost, and contemplative.