Lazy, Lazy Afternoon.
There was this mountain next to our house when I was a kid, where I just lie down there lazily, watching the blue sky and the different images I try to figure out-out of the clouds. From that mountain you could also see the road, the old mines, the school and our house. Best sight would be the ranging mountains and the horizon that would later be rich in magical colors when the sun sets. Its leveled now from road widening and houses were built up.
Last Monday, on one of my supposed long walks at the beach. I cheated on my workout and lied down on the rocks. I just retired there like I was that kid again on that mountain. As I close my eyes and listen to the sound of waves dashing the rocks, it really felt good and refreshing. It made me recount how lucky I am to find that joy from simply being lazy. Oooppss again, not lazy – lazy, I meant this beautiful life I am blessed of. Its worth the calories I did not burn.
