a quiet morning. except for my headphones.
one coffee is not enough these days to get me up. seasonal rain of the subtropical climate has made a return. I think hong kongers were becoming rather suspicious of all that unusual blue. I like the rain and the grayness, for some reason. it seems to agree with me. my mood corresponds with the weather and I don’t have to feel guilty for not being a happy camper. but it’s not that I am unhappy now. just indifferent. strange are these times. I am grateful for this busy month. but not enough to able to write one (one, two) of my lists. I’m hoping that they will come back to me in august.
typhoon eight. in an ideal world I would be cuddled up in bed, with tea and chocolate and a special someone. but all that awaits me is work until midnight.
maybe it’s better like that.