it was a beautiful day. the earth was freshly washed from last night’s rain and the sun was shining brightly against a brilliant, cloudless, light blue sky.
the room was cold. twenty other people were there, all staring at the speaker holding a freshly uncapped marker. we were all in the culturally prescribed business power suits. ties. covered shoes. coats.
i put my pen on a fat three ring binder and sit on my hands.
all i am asking is for you to pay attention and co-operate, he tells me, i am not asking you to climb trees, you know.
and i thought, friend, i would rather climb trees.