The 19th floor


I love the city. Mine is quiet, clean and not too crowded. Every two weeks I give corporate chair massage for a large law firm down town. This is my view. I am always put into a state of meditation and gratitude as I look out beyond the skyscrapers (if you can call them that). I watch the airplanes take off and land, bringing busy people in and out of the city. There is no doubt about it- I always prefer that inbound flight after I’ve been away.
This city is my home. And like Abba on a Saturday morning, it will always feel so good!


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