Review Summary: Some days we are free.
Some days the sun shines on our backs, and we laugh at how stupid it all really is. We feel the grass between our toes and the wind in our hair, and we rest easy in our sleep. The food tastes good. Those boring conversations suddenly seem full of little details we might have otherwise missed; a short grimace, a little movement of the eyes when a certain name is mentioned, or a surprising lilt when discussing that new office printer. The commute becomes bearable, and you turn into the slow driver in the fast lane you always used to complain about. That annoying hum your refrigerator makes at night becomes a warm and gentle drone.
We don’t know why it happens, or how, but we accept it, because we know it’s all we’re going to get. And in that moment it’s more than enough.
Some days we are free.
