a saturday afternoon



it's a funny feeling being alone at home. mingyao is out with his pals. i've got some essays to finish up - four in total. i told myself i'd finish one by 3pm. i have about an hour left.

when you're alone at home and have to sit at the table, you're aware of a lot of sounds, even while the stereo is playing. outside the window, i hear the distant crackling of a motorbike, the low hum of a plane on ascent, a neighbouring dog barks, the wind is whistling through the trees, the dog barks again. i have a conversation inside my head.

i am looking forward to running at the beach later. some fresh air, outside and in my head. i haven't ran for about a month, i think. i hope it doesn't rain. if i finish an essay and a draft by five thirty, when the sun is not blinding and the horizon is easier on the eye; this will be my reward.

i wish i could be at my sister's house today. but i have to work - end this always nearly touching the finish line but not there yet feeling, so that the world can breath properly again and so can the rhythm of the everyday.

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