I should be awake now. But I can’t help feeling laid back and lazy. After all is not a vacation a good excuse to relax.
Outside the window, grey daylight streams in filtered by light curtains. Inside I sit and write. Outside the wind blows. The dark silohuette of a tree rocks its branches to and fro in the wind. Inside I sit and write this and other things.
Later on I will go out and do some sightseeing and shopping. Later it will rain. But at least it won’t snow as the earlier meterological reports forecasted. My tea has gone cold. I must finish my writing now.