It’s t-minus five, and four minutes have passed.
I pull on my collar, tie bunching around my neck. Small adjustments
are in line with the times. Somehow made possible with a grant
or some other means. The screen is grey, that drab grey, overcast sky and foggy morning kind of grey. It’s wonderful.
I watch the seconds tick on, and the queue numbers descend
along with the internet connection.
(oh joy, technology)