and the sun came out

Tennis this morning was good, i'm no longer as sore as i was when i began these lessons, i have more strength, i feel healthier and it just feels plain good to hit something multiple times.

A lazy day has precipitated from my morning, i cooked a nice lunch for myself, organized the closet, baked some brownies, read my book and watched a movie. Oh, how i miss going to the movie theatre, to be anonymous in a dark crowd watching moving pictures on a huge screen.

It was cloudy and drizzly all afternoon, but now the sun is out and i am going for a walk and then i think i'll paint. More often than usual, i really miss the cultural stuff of a metropolitan city, like art galleries, opera houses, theatres, cozy cafes with live musicians, restaurants and bistros with good wholesome meals with healthy products and minimal oil content, where i can sit for hours and eat and read English newspapers.

At least when the sun shines wherever you are in this world, the colour of sunlight is always the same and it brings forth that warm feeling of life. It continues to comfort me that no matter what, looking up at the sky, be it morning, noon or night, you can fool yourself into thinking that you are sitting by the waves of the ocean in the Gulf of Guinea, or camping in the middle of the Algonquin forest with friends, or sweating in a mango grove in Central America, or laying on a mud roof in Timbuktu, or relaxing at the cottage of a friend's in Southern Ontario, or like today, typing on wireless internet in a remote Central Asian city.