It was a sunny day, probably one of the last this year above 25 degrees. I left Google at 6:30, went home, put on the swimsuit, washed 2 nectarines, brought a towel and headed to the lake. On the way through the park, a beautiful slow jazz soul music greeted me from a saxophone of an oldish black man. Soon thereafter, I was at the lake, laying in the Sun. All alone, I left at home my laptop, my phone, my watch, anything that would inevitably bring back the notion of the overwhelming human reality. No connection means no peer pressure, no self pressure, and also no time for often senseless wondering around the web.
I was swimming for only a couple minutes, as the water was cold, but that's already enough to bring the big smile on my face. I then stretched my arms and my neck, as my skin was slowly becoming dry on the fairly weak sunshine. I ate both nectarines during the sunset, and later on I was ready to enjoy a beer and a hamburger while sitting at a wooden table, next to the lake. There was a couple sitting with a cute kid next to me, and they spoke half time in Italian and half time in English. In the background I was able to see that some of the swimmers were still in the water.
On the way back to the car, the same Anglo-Italian couple passed by me on their bicycles. I was more looking at the trees in the park. I have never realized that those trees were so big and beautiful, and I've been there many times. Close to exiting the park, there was still the same black man, playing his saxophone and I enjoyed every second of the song. I haven't stopped to listen, but I was walking very slowly, matching the bit with every footstep, or sometimes just sliding my feet over the grass. I poured all my change into his hat and continued to walk slowly in my amazingly weird way, along with the rhythm of the music.
It can happen in the times when I am alone, and I spend time with myself, that I get reminded how much I love this life, and all those small things that I almost forgot they existed.
I was swimming for only a couple minutes, as the water was cold, but that's already enough to bring the big smile on my face. I then stretched my arms and my neck, as my skin was slowly becoming dry on the fairly weak sunshine. I ate both nectarines during the sunset, and later on I was ready to enjoy a beer and a hamburger while sitting at a wooden table, next to the lake. There was a couple sitting with a cute kid next to me, and they spoke half time in Italian and half time in English. In the background I was able to see that some of the swimmers were still in the water.
On the way back to the car, the same Anglo-Italian couple passed by me on their bicycles. I was more looking at the trees in the park. I have never realized that those trees were so big and beautiful, and I've been there many times. Close to exiting the park, there was still the same black man, playing his saxophone and I enjoyed every second of the song. I haven't stopped to listen, but I was walking very slowly, matching the bit with every footstep, or sometimes just sliding my feet over the grass. I poured all my change into his hat and continued to walk slowly in my amazingly weird way, along with the rhythm of the music.
It can happen in the times when I am alone, and I spend time with myself, that I get reminded how much I love this life, and all those small things that I almost forgot they existed.
