Today I am working outside.
When I went to the market I noticed the beautifull weather. I tried to work indoors.
It didn't work.
It felt like death.
And it was, our mouse was dying in the corner, at thye entrance of our workspace.
So I left, and went outside.
It is warm, there is no wifi.
I am sitting near the water, there is a soft wind. The sun is blinding me.
There is someone playing the clarinet. It's so fancy, as if I am sitting at a café, drinking beautifull coffee. This couldn't be further from the truth, I am sitting crossleged on a bank and my foot is asleep. A woman us crying, I'm not going to look, but new she is laughing, crying, talking normal.
Moodswings.
Back to work.
I hear citysounds. I don't care, the clarinet is playing and the wind is keeping the right side of my face from burning.
A couple walks by, holding hands.
Back to crypting my message.
I think I can focus, but I enjoy this distractions.
It is nice to work in different spaces. There are, so far, always new inspirations in different spaces.
Also I feel like a diarist, yeah! Even though my language is poor.
I don't care.
The clarinet is noew playing that sexy song from the 90's.
Or maybe it is a saxophone.
Who knows,
who cares.
