a dream? or a vision?

"finally." i swivel out of my chair and stare out at the harbour 30 stories below. picturesque ferries chug along the shimmering blue waters of the Atlantic Ocean on its way to the Statue out in the bay. with the work for the week done and the client satisfied, i slipped the folders into my briefcase and saunter out of the office. moments later, i'm crusing along the freeway in my Mercedes SLK class, decked out in a singlet and shades, heading for JFK international. Barbados and the family are only hours away.