The First Day

I find myself writing this internet journal update from the lobby of a downtown skyrise in our nation's capital. It's a relatively mild winter morning. People are hustling and bustling around me as I sit relaxed, much too early for my meeting today. I am very comfortable in my expansive pleather chair, sharing the space with a disheveled middle Eastern Man. He seems more intent on watching the flow of human traffic that concerning himself with what I could be up to. I wonder if he woke up too early, forgetting to set his alarm later. Or if he partook of a delicious and assumedly nutritious smoothie from the start up juice and smoothie bar that had the bad luck to see a Starbucks move in next door. I am assuming not based on the look of him. That makes me think, I have no idea what anyone east of Greece would eat for breakfast. Dates? Figs? Before I make myself sound anymore ignorant, I'll shove off that potentially offensive shore and continue to float along. Back to that human traffic, it is peculiar to me. Most people seem to be flowing out of the building, not in. This is an office tower with no living quarters so it is odd to me that the majority would not be flowing inward, eager to start their day. Guess I don't understand the big city living just yet. A tall man just crambled past relating how he needed to get so many steps in the morning. He must be feeding a hungry pedometer it's steps as I often have to do. Those little buggers are relentless. They always want more and you strive to stride for them but even if you fulfill your unsolicited obligation to it, it just wants more. Remind you of anything? 

 Post script: the man pulled out a loaf of bread and started eating pieces of it. In his defence it appeared to be untoasted raisin bread.