The light looked like something that should be coming into a cathedral. Rich and the color of honey. But it was shining on an artfully arranged grouping of chairs around a low, circular, blonde colored table in an office building. The area is, I suppose, meant to be an informal area for employees to sit and meet, or sit and sun themselves, or play cards, or whatever. Mostly, though, the chairs are empty. They have become sculpture that sits on natural fiber carpeting. The air is always clean and 70 degrees, except when the sun shines in through the double glazed windows. 

Stumble It!