the colours are not quite as they should be. yet. so be patient while i take my time and play.

Two weeks have felt like four, four like two? It escapes me, like sand through cupped hands. Exhaustion has minimised (eliminated?) loitering over thoughts; mulling is sadly missed. I sat on a heavy wooden bench out on the balcony, and quietly took in the setting sun's touch with epicurean delight. It transported me away from the ugliness of fluorescent lights, momentarily. Sunsets are never the same.