My friend Bobby can use words like "bucolic" and "autumnal" in casual conversation without sounding obnoxious. Transatlanticisim, he says, is an autumnal album. I wish I could pull that off.
I was up at six and on my way to work, quarter to seven, I caught the sunrise sneaking up over the mountains. Olympics were out, all peaky and covered with snow. The whole world was pink. It was incredible. Though it didn't make up for the chaotic crisis management that ensued upon my arrival at work, pre-caffeination. That title is now on my business card: Crisis Manager. We've skipped right over Projects, directly into Crises.
Anyways, autumnal.
This morning, everything was color coded. It was really weird. I'm sure the photos don't quite capture exactly how I see the world (sometimes, a good thing). But you'll get the idea.
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