Audrey

“It’s good to be inside now, good to dream. The papers and official forms doze in their drawers and on their shelves in the shadows cast by the lowered blinds, the metal office equipment glints feebly and lazily through the golden half-light. Silence covers everything like thick golden dust, except for a miniature summer concert: The thin violins of the gnats and the dusky cello of a bumblebee caught between the windowpanes.”