Stepping out of the gym, I found it suprising that the city was showered in bright sunlight. Well, I should not have found it suprising; after all, the Scottish weather had it reputation. Decided to absorb this precious solar energy and made my way to a cafe with vast panel of spotless window. The delicatessen had a huge selection of cheese, hams, tapas, etc., and I found R&IH waiting in the queue to be served. They showed the look of having indulging over-delicious brunch, and IH was holding Green & Black's ice cream in her hands. Planted myself in front of the immaculate window and watched people and traffic flowed, and finished "The Full Cupboard of Life"
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I'm at a transition phase of my little life, and soon I'd have to pack up and start a new chapter. The evident interruptions, uncertainities, frustrations thrive. It's just not a pleasant place to be in. Maybe the solution is not to think about it, and let things happen at its due course.
Urh... my laptop is on holiday, and have this feeling that my brain is on strike as well...... The bright side of this misery is that the little micra still moves (just), and I can always go for a drive.
