Simple Pleasures

I just had the best 45-minutes of my week so far (yes, I know I am lacking that thing most people call "a life"). Today, instead of eating my lunch in our breakroom like I usually do, I walked across the street and spent my lunch break in my newly-formed ritual - now very affectionately known as "Sunbathing at the Inner Harbor" (extremely loosely disguised as "studying for my final exam tonight"). Basking in the sun, feeling the warmth of its rays, the cool, light breeze flowing past - that's what I call a lunch break.