Like taking cover in the rain, is my saturday at work. This place is bright as hell, quiet and alone. Outside the flags blow in a bad direction, the traffic passes by - everyone with their window up.

In the parking lot sits the bike, my heavy riding gear sitting in the corner. Seemed to take a lot ouf of me to put it on this morning for a 15 minute ride, only to take it off and reveal a second uniform. Funny, how that top uniform represents something so different than the uniform underneath....

Celerity