Laguna sunset. Gazebo. Playground. After work.

While the rest of the workforce dredge their way in snakelike traffic, I am miraculously home. I breathe deeply on air the smell of tangerine. I turn my side to the dying sun, a biscuit larger than life dipped in van Gogh marmalade.

Kids on swings, on slides, the rhythm of innocence--I'd better not disrupt their bubble as I do not want mine. Two cars meet and blink their message of mutual greeting.

I blew out a puff, five minutes of my life gone forever. But if those five minutes were not really mine, what have I got to lose?

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