tales from an ordinary world

1999-10-26

I sat on some remote seat in the middle of Fawkner Park contemplating life through my rose (well, red)-tinted sunglasses. Ox (a co-worker) walked past, and commented "it doesn't get any better than this". So I pondered, and counted my blessings for a while. The sun wasn't shining, it could have been a tiny bit warmer, and hey, nothing particularly much is happening in my life at the moment, but it was still a good day. And it's been a good week for just generally relaxing vibes. Something is going on. The winds are changing somehow. Most weeks, I'd be getting myself down about times like this. But now it's different - I've no idea why, but then...I suppose it's better to think about what to do rather than why the hell it's happening to me.

Giving in to my restlessness, I walked back to work, past the people playing soccer, and past Ox doing his Tai Chi. The day rolled on, slowly but surely...