The Flight of the Pyr Fur

Wednesday was the shittiest day I've had in a long long time.  I mean it was unapologetically shitty maybe intentionally shitty maybe just damn mean and shitty

And as i was sitting there, perhaps feeling sorry for myself perhaps thinking things through, the mid afternoon sun and wind lit up a strand of white fur stuck to my desk and it was magical.

It danced oh so delicately like a single stranded symphony and it spoke to me.  I think I should thank Sam Mendes.