missed pictures

7 ‘O’ Clock. I make my way to the parking lot. Just another software engineer, just another software company. I’m reminded of pictures of the industrial revolution. Scores of employees making their way home, their bodies confused by the mixed messages of fatigue and relief. A low sound of footsteps, on the edge of breaking into a run, fills the air. There’s a silence too strong to be broken. The formal shirts and ties are a good disguise …until they stop mattering.
In the distance, far above us the sun says his good bye’s to the clouds. Like a relaxed old man, he takes his time. An explosion of red and orange in the heavens .A sudden urge to watch it all comes over me... but I can’t, for I might miss the bus. Like I miss the bigger picture.