I thought, I thought that I would have so much to say after being deprived of blogging for so long.

I have nothing.

There are days when I wake up in the morning and it actually feels cool and soothing. It is on those days that I feel absolutely unproductive yet most contented. The slight wind, the clouds, the hidden sun. All that makes me feel like I actually belong. I never want to budge from that moment because no matter the situation, life could not be more perfect.

Today is one such day.

I think, I think I love the wind best. More than the sun, more than the rain, more than the rainbows. All of which I used to love so much. Yesterday, the wind was ridiculously strong. So strong it toppled the bottles in the kitchen and slammed closed my bedroom door thrice. So strong it blew Hazel’s clothes onto the roof. It blew into my face and rushed about my ears and I loved it.

Today, the wind is slight. It tickled my legs as I sat and ate my tea. It hardly sets the trees in the garden swaying but it’s there all right. I can feel it against my back even as I type this. And I love it.

Screw Civic Project. I’m going to read Sherlock Holmes, play Minesweeper, watch a movie and wash my dog. I refuse to spend my day doing work that I delegated to other people. But to those who actually did your part, I love you to bits. =)

This post is rather disjointed, is it not?