Looking across

I was in Sydney for work the other day. It was a glorious afternoon. I took a photo of this meeting taking place in the building opposite with a big air-conditioning unit outside the window. I wondered who these people were and what they were doing and I hoped that their work brought them joy. I couldn't help thinking they would have preferred to be in the park downstairs. I guess we all have to do stuff we have to do. I wanted to write 'have a nice day' on a paper plane and fly it across except for the facts that

1. I was in a place where the window didn't open

2. My paper plane skills would never get me a job with Boeing.

Besides, who is to say they weren't looking at me thinking exactly the same thing.