The Hidden Corner

As funny as it sounds, I like this bright, hidden little place in the back corner of the warehouse enclosed behind walls of tall styrofoam blocks. Between the old machinery and the door labeled DO NOT OPEN, there’s a clear space just large enough for dancing, if I wished, in the spotlight of the sun streaming through the wide window above. The glass is framed by delicate spiderwebs that sway in the current of the air vent, and the rays of sunlight illuminate tiny dust particles which swirl through the air and shimmer like pixie dust. It’s quiet back here; the distant murmur of voices and machinery lend to a feeling of remoteness. This spot is tucked away, removed from the bustle and noises of a regular day.