It's a work setting in a high-rise tower. I've been invited
to come to a meeting on the top floor and a couple of executives? in suits are
going to escort me to the meeting. I'm not dressed for it - i'm not in pajamas
but in something just as casual. When i get there, it's a HUGE room. Very
spacious like the conference rooms in "conference centers" with very
high ceilings and lots of tall, green trees inside. Very beautiful and has a
"comfortable" feeling in spite of the "business atmosphere."
There are a lot of people, men and women in suits, sitting
at many rectangle conference tables. The room is amazing. Large, airy. The
ceiling is mostly glass. There's some sort of meeting going on and all of the people in the room
and i are listening in via conference telephones placed on each table. I feel
out of place among all these suits and i'm more interested in the beautiful
space of the room than whatever is going on over the phone. The sky darkens
over the glass ceiling and the rumble of thunder can be heard over the voice
coming out of the phones. Dark roiling clouds are covering the sky outside the
glass ceiling and a hard rain begins to fall.
I'm very excited and
blurt out to the people at my table that i'd heard of how awesome experiencing
storms from this conference room were and feet honored to be witnessing it for
myself (notice that i'm not at all impressed about being invited to the meeting
and attending the "important" conference). The rain is getting in and
the people are moving towards the center of the room. I realize that the
"ceiling" only covers the space immediately above the room but
there's a gap of a few feet between the ceiling and the upper walls. It's
amazing! I love that the elements can get in and disrupt all these well-dressed
"proper" business people and take them out of their comfort zone (and
into mine).
