Lohbado was struck by how light and sky reflected on the windows of a school gymnasium down the street. The beauty of the blue windows and pale red brick startled him from a day dream. It's strange how one spends time in various worlds. There's the immediate world of sight and sound. Then there's the world of thinking, day dream, fantasy or stupor. Lohbado realized he spent a lot of time on automatic pilot, barely noticing what goes on. After he retired, Lohbado slowed down and began to appreciate the flowers along the way.
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