Though the clouds are not many, or thick, it still doesn’t look like a very sunny and hot day, but that again may be the effect of me sitting in freezing temperatures. The split AC vent is directed at this seat, and Im sure if I leave my coffee around for more than 10 mins, it will be frozen.
I want to be out there in the sun and wind, not freeze in front of my computer screen in office.
Someday.
Meanwhile I leave a chink open in the window hope that the wind will help reduce the effects of the A/C, only to blow away most of my papers – though a less than an inch wide chink.
The winds wails away in me ear, consistently, endlessly, high pitched and sad.
The sea glints away like a sparkling jewel, never at rest, flaunting its fluidity, casting shadows on itself, hiding, revealing, playing. the wind forms a haze in the distance removing from the eye the stark contrast at the horizon, small boats bob around, vying to free themselves from their stout anchors, and join the sea in its freedom, carelessness, gay abandon.
The wind plays truant. makes shapes out of clouds, gives the water its freedom, and whistles away ..sometimes in joy, sometimes eerily, but most times proclaiming its power.
