I’m sitting here at my desk and the most peculiar thing just happened. I saw a green frog outside sitting on our building. A frog on the frog. I tried to snap a picture but by the time I was ready, it was gone. “She’s Like the Wind” slowly started playing throughout my head. I was sad but grateful for that fleeting moment of pure bliss. I began to think this might have actually been too good to be true. Did it even really happen? Was this a dream within a dream? Frog-ception? I don’t know. I’m just thinking out loud.