Musings

 Taking a cigarette break on the  roofdeck helps to clear my head and lets the thoughts come flowing through. I've seen many nights like this. I'm looking over the same skyline but every time, it looks different. I've been under the stars, weathered several storms, seen many a sunrise and bade farewell to many fiery sunsets.

I've endured the cold and the searing heat; anguished over mucked up cuts; endured many lonely nights.

I love my job! Under immense pressure is where I thrive. I am a nobody trying to be someone; a soldier obeying orders, an artisan perfecting his craft, a father missing his children, a man longing for a woman's warmth, a stranger in very familiar territory and a human being trying to survive.

I will miss the feel of my nuts freezing at the edit suite, mindless chats during ciggy breaks, tolerating cafeteria food and many other mundane adventures in a place reminiscent of a James Taylor song.

I will surely miss the long train ride on my way to work but I am off to another long train ride--destination: ANYWHERE!