There are these days. When you don’t feel like going to work. Don’t feel like talking, don’t feel like watching TV, listening to music. These days when you vanquish yourself to the beauty of the day. The warmth of the morning sun, the greenness of the leaves, the eternal youth of the chirping birds, the energy of civilisation, the vigour of man. The days when you pray that time waits with you and appreciates all of creation.

And afternoons of infantile conspiracies, of marbles and mantelpieces. Soon, with the sun kissing the palm trees adieu, an evening with yourself, and piping hot coffee.

But, today is not such a day!