Sunday afternoon in downtown Los Angeles. I glance up from the book I'm reading and gaze out the window at a bright, pale blue sky. I consider going out for a walk, but I'm almost at the end of the novel I began last night and feel a mighty pull to finish it. Still, the day is so warm, so lovely ~ there is a slight breeze, traffic is light, a jazz concert is being held in the plaza across the street, and summer is almost over.
All right! I have convinced myself. A walk it is.
I glance back down at the book in my hands. Yes, right, I'll get up and go out to enjoy the beautiful afternoon. In a minute or two. First, though, just one more page . . . .
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