Apropos

Monday, as I walked up the hill to work, Fanfare for the Common Man came on.

The bitter cold wind was slicing through, chilling me. The sky was still dark. The pale dawn light was just starting to touch the tips of the buildings towering over me as I hunched my shoulders against the wind and jammed my hands into my coat pockets.
Today, this was the view…
…and as I sat down at my desk, this was the tune

“There was a fanfare blowing / To the sun / That was floating on the breeze.”

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