8:30 pm
I used to dread the punishing heat that comes with the otherwise blissful summer holidays, like a ghoul stubbornly clinging to a pleasant guest. However, as I cringed in trepidation as soon as February was ripped away from the calendar, it came as a welcome surprise when cloudy days came in succession and the occasional showers eased the plants, and my temper.
Today, the skies were as gray as I like them to be. Their contrast against the water-darkened leaves of the trees painted a rather fetching picture, with my windows as frames. These, along with my favorite set of curtains of rich dark brown enhanced with wispy shadows of dark blue print, eased my mood.
I adore cool colors and I view sunny days with distaste. I like my room cool and dark enough as to make the bulb shine stronger. It gives me the feeling of being in possession of my niche in this world, where I can reflect with abandon and savor the company of my mind. The frequent and nasty rumbles of the vehicles outside are just proof that a world beyond me exists and that I can always stay inside to ponder its aspects, and venture out to wrestle with its challenges.
