Rain was in the air but it was not falling from the sky. The grounds were damp with it. I approached my office building the same yet differently. I looked up at the archway and wondered if I could reach it if I jumped. I thought that I could but I wouldn’t. I would save that morsel of satisfaction for another day, a Saturday perhaps, when I was wearing sneakers rather than in a suit, when no one was around. I didn’t feel the need to prove I could reach it to anyone, not even to myself. I just wanted to touch it. To have that trace of a moment when the quick flesh of my fingers would slap against the cold, hard, dead cement. The rest of that day, when it came, would be comparably insignificant.