Today is warm and humid because of the thunderstorm last night (which I greatly enjoyed); the others don't much like the heat, but it reminds me of Singapore, and therefore I am perfectly content to sit on my balcony and write letters and take pictures of unsuspecting passers-by.
After a bit, Doug Chu, friend and fellow Singaporean, stopped by and we chatted a bit, about Singapore, about our susceptibility to cold and how terrible long winters really are, among other things. Winter is a beautiful thing--white, wonderful, and all--but so are jungles, cicadas in the afternoon, crickets at night, and geckos in the house.
I haven't done much today. I should have. I have an essay to write and two exams to study for; but as of right now, I enjoy sitting still and hearing life hum around me, carrying me along with the beat of things.
Zach Fisk enjoys the early afternoon sun from his balcony.
Neighbor Steve on his way from an errand.
I write letters.
Michael shoots hoops.
After a bit, Doug Chu, friend and fellow Singaporean, stopped by and we chatted a bit, about Singapore, about our susceptibility to cold and how terrible long winters really are, among other things. Winter is a beautiful thing--white, wonderful, and all--but so are jungles, cicadas in the afternoon, crickets at night, and geckos in the house.
I haven't done much today. I should have. I have an essay to write and two exams to study for; but as of right now, I enjoy sitting still and hearing life hum around me, carrying me along with the beat of things.
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