Twenty more minutes. Almost quitting time. Why do Mondays always seem to take so long to be over. It started out okay, but after lunch, yikes...

Twenty more minutes. Almost quitting time. Why do Mondays always seem to take so long to be over. It started out okay, but after lunch, yikes...

Yikes was not the word Tim really thought. He’d learned through endless training sessions to actually think that way. Keep it tight on the inside because it shows on the outside. Tim, it seems tended to think out loud sometimes.

Fifteen left to go. Nothing to do except tie things up and get ready for the ride home. He looked left then right, nobody looking, so he loosened his tie. Just a bit. Not like the boss wanted, but a little bit.

Ten minute mark. Official time to close down files. “Don’t forget to back-up”, he could almost hear the “workplace specialist”. Again, not the word Tim really thought. He could actually hear Jim, in the next “cube” shutting down just a little early. He’d have some explaining to do tomorrow.

Five minutes, almost there. The senior analysts and supervisors began to move about. Mr Jones had his laptop in his travel case already. This was just about the best part of the day. Almost anyway. You could smell the anticipation, taste the freedom just moments away.

Finally, the mad rush to the door. Outside was, well, different. No sitting and waiting and watching the clock. Random looking movement sudden and unstoppable. Some to the bus stop and others to the parking garage. The bicyclists already riding off, free and getting farther away faster and sooner.

One leg over and one leg down. One sudden push and then both on the ground. One look left and another to the right and then, finally. Timmy was one. One with the wind and the sun and free.