I was standing outside of work yesterday and happened to look up. The sky was a beautiful almost-summer blue and the day had a rather nice breeze. So of course, I mourned a bit the fact that I had to step inside and start a rather long work day. I looked at the tourists flocking down sixth avenue and felt a pang of jealousy (more envy) that I couldn't enjoy the day as they were.
There's just something about Architecture that draws my attention ; this is beautiful
