#6 Perfect Days
Simon Smith worked for a good company, in a good position, and he made a difference.
A perfect stack of papers stood at rapt attention on one side of his desk. On the other side was another stack, each paper in its proper place, notated, filed snug. As they went from one side to the other, they became less of a mess and more of a creation, more of what they were meant to be. Simon could almost feel the chaos drain from them as they moved through his workflow and were worked in triplicate.
Sandy brought him another stack and set them down on his desk with an apologetic smile. “Here you go,” she said. “Never ends, does it? They just keep piling up on my desk, fast as I can take care of them.”
Simon smiled. “Thank you,” he said. He pushed his glasses up on his nose and set to work.
Yet another stack that needed his caring touch in this unending succession of perfect days.