Five O’Clock

I look up from the screen

And notice the absence of sound

No printers running

No clicking keyboards

No footfalls on the hall carpet

No bits of conversation filtering from other rooms

Outside, traffic is thick again

Moving only when the lights allow.

Close the book

Click the shutdown icon

Smile

Breathe out

Head for home.

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