within the rigid living style of work and internship, there are certain things that I savour more in appreciation - running as the world awakens, desperate not to let my body go into full rigor mortis after 12-hours days, being able to see and talk to my parents as we each go through our morning rituals, and weekends.

 

weekends -

friday nights out and friday nights in. café-hopping after visiting the chiropractor, ready to wander the world. swimming as families leave for their dinner, after sunlight stops glinting off the water, replaced by the bright artificial lights of the night, and devouring dinner after. soft conversation in the night, pockets of words and body language / remaining in this place in-between exhaustion and an inability to fall sleep as man u fights man city at 3am, able to hear and remember what goes on – you clap your hands to get your sleepy mum’s attention, the tele freezes a couple of times, the ball furiously changing possession, and i need to pee but am too tired to move. don't be silly, i remember.

weekends -

there is a delicious delight in waking up on sunday mornings, knowing that i can take all the time i want, rolling and stretching and not having my mind immediately take off on a sprinting race. continuing online until i grow restless - this on days which the weather does not demand a swim now, before the sun comes out full. otherwise - showering and sitting down to a huge breakfast to the Sunday Times, with various family members bustling around, and this can take up to two hours depending on the amount of food...and perhaps some baking, a good stretch and workout before physical lethargy sets in, and out of the house before mental lethargy sets in...

(and something precious that got lost and is sometimes found on such days: waking up and savouring my dreams, laughing at what happened or wondering what in the blue hell caused whatever happened)

there is also such a peace being home alone at night, when the lights are out and there is no activity, and i can walk around naked if i would like, and i can do anything quietly without disturbance

it is also nice to have a pillow to sleep on.

these few days i have been sleeping on my parent's bed, reminiscent of the old days at meragi when i pushed both my sister's and my bed together to make a larger whole, where i do work on one and roll onto the other to sleep with the wall. or perhaps i miss my parent's presence as well.