Vague

8:30pm. Home.

It's been awhile since Ive consciously skipped this hour at home. Now, that my sister and nephew are away in Singapore, the house is quiet. The city is warm. This is a vague hour. Taking each moment as it comes. Unsure sometimes, clear at times. The oscillation continues. There are so many things I can learn - driving, swimming, singing - all of which I had taken up at some point earlier, but gave up half way. Why? Hmmm. Plain lazy. Plain disdain. Slothful.

8:41pm. Obviously home.

I look fwd to watching Polish director Andrzej Wajda's classic Ashes and Diamonds. It has Zbigniew Cybulski's best performance I'm told. A post WW-II, B & W saga - and the very first shot of a man falling off a jeep, as a bullet hits him has me glued to the screen. I pause the film. Resume this post to end it.

Wish a morning dream to come true...Wish a good night's rest to all those who need it. I'm speaking like Gabriel, the angel! One whoosh of my wand and all things bright and beautiful will happen....WHOOSH!

Good night.