There is a woman outside my office window. Enjoying her life; relaxing underneath the warm sun. She is Sunning herself on a one of our makeshift park benches completely unattached to the world around her. Wholly unaware that while lying there, crowds of tourists are walking past her, with their judging eyes upon her.  In this moment, she is completely free. Dreaming, analyzing, meditating; whatever it is, it is her own.  I watch from my cold air-conditioned office, the walls seem to close around me. For an instant, I feel a bit enraged at this contingency; I feel caged and  I envy her freedom. Though the anger passes almost as soon as it comes and now all I feel is an overwhelming since of beauty that seems to transcend me to where she is.  I can almost feel the warmth of the sun upon my skin, feel the breeze blow threw my hair, hear the birds in the plumerea trees above my head. As I watch her, she brings her chocolate color blouse up so that her stomach peaks out. Her body is not the type you would see on the cover of a vogue magazine but instead it is very ordinary and pale in the bright sunlight.  But to me at this moment I have never seen anyone or anything more beautiful. I look back at my computer screen and feel that drabbery of the office setting in. When I look over my shoulder to enjoy her once more, She is no longer there. The park bench is empty and somehow, regardless of the direct sunlight upon the bench, it appears cold and lifeless… What a moment, that has come and gone.