Life can be meaningful even in the midst of residency
The other day I was sitting at home looking out the window at an achingly crisp, clear blue sky. A slight, cool breeze was wafting through that open window, and faint birdsong accented a view of tree tops in blooms of pink, red, and white. The blue-tinged mountains were hovering in the distance, proud and majestic.
Only, no. I was actually at work. Underground. In front of a computer screen, whose …
