Friday, July 9, 2010

I work on the 11th floor

I work on the 11th floor in a sky scraper in downtown Minneapolis. Today, a butterfly flew past the window as I was eating my lunch. I mean, at what point does a little thing like that look down and scream, "holy crap!"?

In the wind currents that high up, how do they control themselves?


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