Nothing to do...

I love being surrounded by red and orange flowers around autumn...the weather's changing and sadly, there's no autum foliage around my home. I live in tropical weather which perenially has only a few shades of variation throughout the year. Some leaves do turn yellow and start shedding off trees, but it happens in the hottest summers too. One could pretend but when one's too practical to be liked then one has to make do with one's own imagination that perhaps stops at red and orange flowers. Perhaps I should add a yellow leaf or two to make it more real.

I live in a thoroughly cosmopolitan city where a young girl can live alone, go to work and take a cab back home (someone else said that about my city...i didnt). But that's the truth. You love the pace, it gets under your skin and gets absorbed into your bloodstream. You're a throbbing city specimen. Hence, on trips to anyplace other than here, you take loads of books and stuff to amuse yourself in case well...time starts dragging.

I went to a village though where nothing drags as slowly as time and spent it reading or doing nothing. And i loved doing the latter - sitting at the porch and gazing at mountains with nothing better to do than just sit and stare. and balance yourself on the porch ledge. You can do it anytime of the day and all day too. Made me realise how much of this endless time i spend doing endless tasks. And how i need to get away from it all, just so i dont miss this life and this city and the beautiful country that God's made all for us.