I am working in large complex of buildings, and we are all taking a break and walking across to the other tower to where the break area is located. I am carrying my work, which is research about Portuguese and Spanish ships. I am walking with my associate, a woman, and telling her about what I am doing. We were part of a "mass migration" of people, apparently ready to take a break.
I had come to work, walking through an area with large trees and green grass, walking on sidewalks. On the way, I did not see many cars on the street. The sun was out and the sky was blue. I like what I do, getting paid to do historical research. I work with interesting people, who provide stimulating conversation.